“Son unas cualquieras,” she mutters. Nobodies. No culture, no family life, illiterates, she means. The kind of people who make her cross to the other side of the street if she meets them in the dark on payday. They’re her… — 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
