Casey Kendle
A Yellow Rabbit Among White Wolves When I tell him the kids at school call me “dog eater” my father tells me not to be so sensitive. My mother helps me with my math homework, while chicken grows cold on the stove. FOX news blares from the TV, breaking up the stiff silence of our dining room. When I was in 4th grade, I took a field trip to Jamestown. people dressed in colonial clothing surrounded me, and my teacher joked that if she left me here, they would mistake me for “one of those Indians.”
Kylie Grunsfeld
Even the Inanimate Craves Companionship
I felt myself redden in shame, but for reasons I could not understand. I will not cry. I will not be sensitive.
Spring.indd 17
On the bus ride home she gives me a gobstopper, she only gave those out as a reward. Overjoyed, I pinky promise her I wouldn’t tell anyone what she said.
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