LUCIUS
My arm rises toward my face and the pincer touch of cold steel rubs against my jaw. I chose hooks because they were cheaper.
I chose hooks because I wouldn’t outgrow them so quickly.
I chose hooks so that everyone would know I was different,
so I would scare even myself.
Lucius! I hear Mom call from the bottom of the staircase. If you don’t hurry, you’ll miss the bus. You’ll be late for your first day!
She sounds so excited.
Like I’m in a hurry to start sophomore year at a brand-new school. Like I’m in a hurry to be the new kid, especially looking like I do, when everyone else in my class will have already established themselves, their friendships and their cliques, back in freshman year. Like this will blă5
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