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GRACIE
Thereâs another reason I go to that shed. To be alone without anyone seeing me. There are people I can hang out with, but I feel like Iâm on the edge of them. Like looking out at the ocean and knowing itâs too rough and cold to swim. After all the talk about my underwear and kissing technique, Iâm just not sure what they really think of me. I miss Jane. Sheâs always on my side.
I watch Alyce in the library today. Sheâs laughing at a book sheâs reading. I havenât done that since before Jane left. I want more than anything to laugh with Alyce right now.
Itâs weird. Up until a few weeks ago, if youâd told me Iâd be standing in the library, watching Alyce and thinking, she looks like sheâs having fun, I would have said you were crazy. âLifeâs unexpected, Faltrain,â I can hear Jane saying, and just as Iâm nodding in agreement, Alyce catches me staring at her. And she smiles.
Iâve decided thereâs another category of kids. Weâre like those guys who go to jail but are really innocent: the wrongly accused loner group. Iâm not sure where we belong, but we donât belong here.
As the bell goes for the end of lunch I raise my hand, and give Alyce a little wave.
Annabelle is sitting at my bus stop after school this afternoon. Life would be so much easier if people who hated each other got together and compared diaries. You wouldnât run into them outside of class. Youâd never have to sit next to them.
I mean, what do you say when youâre faced with a person whoâs made the colour of your undies the hot topic of school conversation for weeks? Talking about your undies says moreabout her than you, Faltrain, Jane wrote to me last week. Sheâs right, but what does right and wrong matter when youâve developed a nervous habit of walking with your hands gripped to the back of your skirt?
I lean against the side of the glass shelter, cracked and covered with graffiti. If I move forward a little I can see Annabelleâs face in line with mine, reflected in the glass. Part of me expects her to speak, to fill the space around us with all of the things that she has been saying behind my back. Part of me is dying to say something too.
She doesnât. I donât. Weâve seen the enemy out of uniform. Up close. Whatâs there to say?
She folds her arms. Bends forward to see if the bus is coming. A woman sits in between us and blocks Annabelleâs face. I listen to her feet shuffling, her hands rubbing together to fight off the cold.
I think of Alyce and her shaking hand, of making her cry in class and not caring. And then I go over all the things that Annabelle has said about me. And how they cut. Deep. Jagged.
I squash myself further into the corner of the shelter. Thereâs only a seat lengthâs difference between Annabelle Orion and me. And I hate that.
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heart noun : the most important part
of anything
GRACIE
Susan takes a huge pile of envelopes out of her bag before class starts today and hands them around.
She gives out the last one and then notices me. Empty handed. I donât think she left me out on purpose. She just didnât think to invite me. Thatâs the worst part.
Even Alyce has an invitation. Sheâs doing something unexpected, though, and for the first time in weeks I exist. She gives her invitation back.
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ALYCE
âI donât think I can make it,â I tell Susan and hand back the envelope.
âUm, another thing,â I say quietly. âMy nameâs spelt with a âyâ.â
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GRACIE
âRight class,â the teacher says in science, âlisten in. Today weâre dissecting rats. I want you in pairs.â My stomach clenches â not at the thought of the scalpel slicing through fur and skin, but because there is no one in the class who will want to work with me. I ask to work