Elsie was gross. Her eyes were squished above cheek bubbles of fat. Her chin rippled down her neck. She really didn’t have a waist except where her stomach bulged out below her chest. Her legs looked...
Money. Halfway through that fifth grade year there was no money out on anyone’s desk.
My mother says I should be nice to everyone. Either school was different when she was young or she just doesn’t remember.
I had just started my new paragraph when the classroom door opened and a woman and a fat blond girl walked in. Sharon sits behind me and I heard her say, Ugh. Diane sits beside me and she whispered, I...