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Chapter 11

 

I see her walking down the hallway.

 

Her black eye is blacker.

 

Her clothes are the same as this morning.

 

She pulls down her sleeves.

 

She crosses her fingers.



I sit next to her in Social Studies.

 

She thanks me for yesterday.

 

I feel good.

 

She asks me why I’m nice to her.

 

I tell her I want to be her friend.

 

She says we can’t be.

 

I ask why.

 

She crosses her fingers and ignores me.

Crossed FingersOnde as histórias ganham vida. Descobre agora