There’s nothing wrong. I am girl fighting over bathroom jurisdiction, clothes still a little soggy from the clothesline, running in time with traffic lights and yes, I do catch that school bus Monday through Friday, you thought I wouldn’t, didn’t you? It’s nothing glamorous. Elbow on desk, cheek in hand, books splayed and sweater discarded [...]
There are no children in the patio today, save for that stray child trotting around morosely, kicking around wet leaves and screaming “Ole! Ole! Ole!” for no apparent reason. I wonder what his mother has been feeding him. I wonder if I should contact Social Services. Today, children are being forced into suits and dark [...]
I am fourteen years old. My bathroom sink is lined with deodorant and acne cream, the mirror covered in Post-it notes and stickers. I’ve cried upon getting F’s, and I hate people who don’t deserve it. I pretend to be something I’m not, afraid that who I really am would scare prospective friends away. I [...]