Feel the potato.
Breathe the potato.
Be the potato.
Embrace your inner potato.
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When every teen fiction cliche stereotype meets reality, you get the chronicles of a potato.
The main potato in this story howe...
Dammit I can't believe Luke managed to get out of having to sit with the guests again.
I hear my parents greet the Thompsons and laugh as they chatter happily.
I shake out my hands wildly and clap on my cheeks a couple times to release some of my nerves. I take one more look in the mirror to make sure I don't look bad.
Kinda cute, not gonna lie.
I hesitantly raise my hand to open my door, but I still don't as I jump in my place a bit.
"Come on...I can do this!" I encourage myself.
Nope.
I can't.
Send help.
I'll just act as if I don't know they're here yet.
I take out my phone to text my friends in hopes that they can save me from the monsters that is socializing.
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