BAGS by CLAIRO. Story by Jennifer Manoogian.
My name sounds different when she says it, and often, I ignore her the first time so I can hear her call it again.
SCOTT STREET by PHOEBE BRIDGERS. Story by Jennifer Manoogian.
The blue star light went to my room, the Pokémon poster and books went to my sister, and the guitar went to a corner in the living room, where everyone fights the urge to strum it when they walk past. What are we if not pieces of our older sibling, broken off and handed to us as they grow?