“How can you say bad things about someone you don’t know?” I shout. “How can you hate a stranger? Why do you have to pick on people?” she’s not better than Yaqui. It’s like everywhere there’s a bully in my… — Meg Medina Copy Share Image
“You know where this Yaqui girl is going to be in a few years if she doesn't change? She'll still be there, same as… — Meg Medina Copy Share Image
“How can you say bad things about someone you don’t know?” I shout. “How can you hate a stranger? Why do you have to… — Meg Medina Copy Share Image
“Yeah, sure. That’s what you think.” She sounds a little sad when she says it. A boy hasn’t looked Mitzi in the eyes for… — Meg Medina Copy Share Image
“It was Ma who first noticed my body changing, but she wasn't exactly tactful about my getting cuerpo. "Put on a bra already, Piddy," she said after she noticed a man on the bus gawking at my chest one day. "You can't go around with two loose onions in your shirt for all the boys to stare at," she snapped,… — Meg Medina Copy Share
“Darlene rolls her eyes – again – like I’m the stupid one. White-skinned. No accent. Good in school. I’m not her idea of a… — Meg Medina Copy Share Image
“SKANK is scribbled in ballpoint pen on my desk. I don’t exactly know why my heart starts to thump. It’s not like there aren’t messages and other handiwork all over this school. Take auditorium seat J-8. I found out during last week’s Expectations of Excellence assembly that it’s got a faded image of a penis carved on the armrest. No… — Meg Medina Copy Share
“Nobody is in the school yard when I get there, except for a few guys hanging near the fence. I recognize a couple of them from the forbidden Latin lunch table. I walk fast, trying not to be noticed, but, of course, they have to go out of their way to call me out. “Move that junk, mami!” one of… — Meg Medina Copy Share
“When I look up, I’m surprised to find myself in front of the old building. My feet must have gone on autopilot. I’m like… — Meg Medina Copy Share Image
You never forget the books you loved as a kid. You never forget the poems you memorized, the first book you read until the… — Meg Medina Copy Share Image
“The camera does a close-up on the girl who can miraculously see again. It cuts to the mother-in-law, then to the clueless husband. All… — Meg Medina Copy Share Image
“Nobody is ever beating off starvation at Mitzi’s house. Her parents are so utterly boring, old-fashioned, and ordinary. Her dad works at a clinic,… — Meg Medina Copy Share Image
