Yaqui Delgado Wants To Kick Your Ass - Plot & Excerpts
I almost didn’t make it. Ma was so tired that she actually overslept. Of all days! I had to throw on the same clothes from last night and sprint to school the back way while she waited for the bus to work.Mr. Flatwell is already waiting at our appointed meeting spot in front of the school, of course. He insists on herding his detention victims as a group, probably a warden technique he picked up in college. He’s wearing a felt cap and a dark peacoat. Steam is rising from his take-out Greek coffee.“Good morning, Miss Sanchez,” he says, taking a deep sip.I’m winded, but I can’t even lean against the doors to catch my breath. They’ve already been pegged with eggs and shaving cream from Halloween. A starburst pattern of yolks decorates the sidewalk, too.There are five of us, and from the corner of my eye, I can see they’re nobody I want to know. There’s a truck-size kid in low pants. His pockets are at the back of his knees, and his face is so blank, it’s scary. There’s a bleach-blond girl with sickly legs and scabby nostrils, shivering in a leather jacket, and a short kid with leopard-print ear gauges whose name, I somehow remember, is Pipo.After a minute or two, Mr.
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