Note: This might make more sense if you read Evil Girl Scouts Stole my Diary first. My 6th grade diary was read privately at first. The Girl Scouts passed my diary around to schoolmates who read it covertly in their damp wood-paneled suburban basements. It was only a matter of time, however, until “Sharon’s Diary”…
Evil Girl Scouts Stole my Diary
I’m frequently told that I am aloof. A little unapproachable. I believe this stems from the spelling of my name. Ciaran. People are afraid to approach me and get it wrong. “How do you say it? Is it See Air AN? Keeran? Karen? See air ah?” When someone gets it right and calls me “Sharon”…