“Thing is, though,” he said, “if I can’t love and accept myself just as I am, why the hell would I expect anybody else to?”
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I can’t fight away a smile. “Will you remember this?”
“Forever.”
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Earlier, Mrs. Tucker asked him where he was from too.
“Earth,” he said. “Still debating if I’m staying, though.”
The class group chat agreed—he’s our favorite bus driver so far.
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not everyone circles the same sun.
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Monday grunted, staring off. “She never gets that mad.”
compared to her own mom -- child abuse
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This was us, in our own world, with our own language and customs. We lived inside a thick, shiny bubble that no needle was sharp enough to pop.
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“I said wait!” Mrs. Charles growled. “Damn! Little fast ass won’t listen! Fast since the day she was born, I swear.”
Monday backed away from her in a frantic panic, crashing into the table behind us. Ma blinked, her brows pinching together. Monday’s teary eyes glanced between Ma and me a thousand times before she gulped.
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Climbing out the tent, I froze midway, my mouth dropping at the sight of her purpling skin.
“Dang, what happened to your back?”
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“Hey, fast ass,” Mrs. Charles sneered. “Where’s my kiss?”
Monday froze, her face tight.
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But one drop of another color could spoil her brightness. Leave her out in the heat too long and her banana peel would start to rot. The tip of her highlighter blackens with wear. The prickling of her pineapple skin sometimes leaves her impossible to open.