It’s like I always choose the table with a Do Not Eat Here sign. Except I’m the only one who can’t read the message. So I eat alone. Kids jam around the large tables of the cafeteria. But nobody comes to the table I sit at. I cram the food in, grab my binder, pitch my brown paper lunch bag in the garbage can, and go walkies. That’s what I call it. I stride to one end of the school like I’m going to the library, round the corner where nobody is, make an about-face, and stride in the opposite direction. I am soooo busy, soooo important that I can’t even stop to chat. Every day is the same. Except today. And I’d rather have it normal. Today Dolores and her friend Trudy are around the corner where I usually turn. “Hiya. Saw you in the park with some kids on Saturday.” It’s Dolores, the one I call Black Hair/Kiss Curl in my head. “Yup,” I say. “Are they your brother and sisters?”
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