2009

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She watches the girls, thin as pixie sticks, with silver charm bracelets and pink rubber bands on their braces already finish the race in gym class. They whip out their flip phones, giggling like paper cuts, taking a picture of the lopsided girl who dares to accessorize with an inhaler. She is still running, running, running. Sweat pearls her forehead. Sensible New Balance gym shoes pound the track. Her P.E. uniform bunches between her thighs. Pink skin. Chafing. She is determined. She does not cry, hanging on to the hope- like she hung on to the gym class rope- that junior high is the last time hostility will be rewarded.