Where the Wild Things Were

I walk towards the exit, beneath the Homecoming decorations. Shoulders crash into me, feet tripping my steps. They call me ugly. Gross. A freak. On good days I’m ignored by the monsters. By teachers, by girls, hopefully by Tate Spiller. In the locker room, I dodge spitballs and wads of toilet paper thrown at my... Continue Reading →

Lunch Lady

They tortured that boy. Every day they came in, smacking his head and hurling insults that should've gotten their mama's arrested. And every day he just took his beating and then found a place against the wall to eat. He never said much, but that numb look on his face said it all. His clothes were a mess,... Continue Reading →

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