Chapter 11

I see her walking down the hallway.

Her black eye is blacker.

Her clothes are the same as this morning.

She pulls down her sleeves.

She crosses her fingers.

I sit next to her in Social Studies.

She thanks me for yesterday.

I feel good.

She asks me why I’m nice to her.

I tell her I want to be her friend.

She says we can’t be.

I ask why.

She crosses her fingers and ignores me.