![]() ![]() ![]() They looked because I walked with a visible limp, mostly due to the fact that one of my legs was longer than the other, and even with multiple surgeries to lengthen it, there was still a discrepancy. Grace had the misfortune of being one of the only black girls at a small high school in Maine and then there was me. A few people stared as we went by, but I ignored them. I shrugged as we walked beside each other to class. Those are just other words for ‘bitch’, Kyle. driven? Assertive?" Grace just rolled her eyes. Her ash-blonde hair was curled perfectly, as if she had a team of stylists in her home to get her ready every day. I slammed my locker and leaned my back against it as Stella went around the corner, her skirt flipping, but not showing too much. Satan in a blonde package, Grace said as Stella Lewis walked by. ![]()
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