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Tiffany D. Jackson

  • Dayaje citiralaпрошле године
    “Thing is, though,” he said, “if I can’t love and accept myself just as I am, why the hell would I expect anybody else to?”
  • Dayaje citiralaпрошле године
    I can’t fight away a smile. “Will you remember this?”

    “Forever.”
  • Dayaje citiralaпрошле године
    Earlier, Mrs. Tucker asked him where he was from too.

    “Earth,” he said. “Still debating if I’m staying, though.”

    The class group chat agreed—he’s our favorite bus driver so far.

    Iconic

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    not everyone circles the same sun.
  • zoeyje citiralaпрошле године
    Monday grunted, staring off. “She never gets that mad.”

    compared to her own mom -- child abuse

  • zoeyje citiralaпрошле године
    This was us, in our own world, with our own language and customs. We lived inside a thick, shiny bubble that no needle was sharp enough to pop.

    friendship

  • zoeyje citiralaпрошле године
    “I said wait!” Mrs. Charles growled. “Damn! Little fast ass won’t listen! Fast since the day she was born, I swear.”

    Monday backed away from her in a frantic panic, crashing into the table behind us. Ma blinked, her brows pinching together. Monday’s teary eyes glanced between Ma and me a thousand times before she gulped.
  • zoeyje citiralaпрошле године
    Climbing out the tent, I froze midway, my mouth dropping at the sight of her purpling skin.

    “Dang, what happened to your back?”
  • zoeyje citiralaпрошле године
    “Hey, fast ass,” Mrs. Charles sneered. “Where’s my kiss?”

    Monday froze, her face tight.
  • zoeyje citiralaпрошле године
    But one drop of another color could spoil her brightness. Leave her out in the heat too long and her banana peel would start to rot. The tip of her highlighter blackens with wear. The prickling of her pineapple skin sometimes leaves her impossible to open.

    And dandelions are nothing but pretty weeds.
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