the big fat bully who read my diary where i called her fat will have her revenge by having me run with plastic bunny ears while she chases me, catches me, beats me up.
i try them on but i feel the first twinge of clarity, of not belonging.
my friends arrive. like me, they are in st scho uniform.
"where were you?" i ask. i show them the ears.
"we came from UP," they say.
"that's where i'm from now," i say. i mull over my own words. i'm having trouble understanding what they mean. now, now, now. the uniforms are a mistake. so is this place, the time, these plastic bunny ears.
she touches my back to appease me.
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