Even my best friend Devin has kissed more boys than me. His latest joy seems to be calling me slut. But not white.īesides, even white girls-peaches and cream girls-don’t have white lips.Īm I delusional? The first day of school and I’ve lost my mind. Even in the middle of winter, though, I am not white. My skin is deep olive-brown by the end of summer, and it is now the end of summer the first day of school makes that official, regardless of the calendar. I have a Roman nose, like my grandfather Nonno.
Eberly, the head counselor, made us all change it. So at the start of tenth grade, a bunch of us put human on the health form. Last year, Owen said we should all just write human for race.
I’m a Mediterranean mutt, but mostly Italian, which means I get classified as Caucasian on forms that ask for race. I’m dressed, so I can’t check the rest of me, but I know I’m ready.
I cut my toenails last night and scrubbed away the green stains from walking barefoot in the grass this summer. Dad is making Dutch pancake-one big giant thing that fills a twelve-inch diameter iron frying pan and rises up like half a beach ball, then falls when he takes it out of the oven. It’s not a bad trip, because I don’t do drugs.Īnd it is not a dream. My brother Dante did not play some trick on me in the night. It is not a magic light-bulb, or the rest of me would look weird, too. It is not white powder or white chalk or anything like that. Now, here in the bathroom, looking in the mirror, on a morning when everyone will see me, they are white. Yesterday-when totally no one but my family saw me-my lips were, well, lip-colored. One clip on each side right above my ears. I wash my face and brush my teeth and part my hair and clip it. The first day of school? People have panic dreams about this sort of thing, but they don’t really happen. Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data TK Request for permission should be addressed to: No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior permission of the copyright owner. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious.
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