Pieces of Me by Amber Kizer EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Author: Amber Kizer
- Language: English
- Genre: Science Fiction
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I ignored the printed flyers for the upcoming homecoming;
cheerleaders encouraged school spirit with painted signs hanging
haphazardly above rows of lockers. I spun the combo lock until
open. I smashed against the metal lockers trying to stay out of
everyone’s way. Freshman jocks crowded below me, grabbing
blindly while someone with hooves stepped on my foot but didn’t
notice.
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The girl next to me smiled—what was her name? Becky? Becca?
She told me once, back in freshman year when we were assigned
these spots. I stared at the empty cavern of my locker and carefully
removed the biology textbook and lab notebook I needed next
period. She opened her locker door and a postcard uttered out. I
grabbed it, before it hit the oor and got trampled under clumsy
jock feet. I studied the glossy photograph before handing it back.
The image of an adobe chapel and cerulean skies was gorgeous.
Haunting.
She waited and let me look, then answered my unspoken
question. “That’s El Santuario de Chimayo in New Mexico. Cool,
huh? They say the dirt is miraculous.”
I let go and she restuck it to the inside of her locker next to
dozens of postcards seemingly from all over the world: Buddhas and
temples, pyramids and caves, battleelds and shipwrecks. It was as
if she’d crammed the Travel Channel into the tiny cubicle.
She saw my glance and said, “My cousin likes to send snail mail.
We want to travel together someday.”
“Oh.” I didn’t know what else to say, so I nodded. Had I gotten a
postcard this year? Ever? Did I want to travel?
She shrugged as if waiting for harsh judgment and slammed her
locker door before scurrying to her next class.
“Thanks,” I called quietly, unsure why I felt the need to thank her
and pleased she didn’t seem to hear me.
I turned the corner toward bio and drew up sharply when the
Skirt crew popped out of nowhere. I dodged and weaved, thinking I
was in their way. No. They’re circling me.
I stopped and froze, but didn’t take my eyes o the Captain with
her matching hair ribbons and school mascot in glittered tattoo on
her cheek.
“You have a lot of hair.” One of the Skirts spoke from behind me.
I felt her hand on my braid, encircling it and tugging down the
length until her hand was somewhere below my butt.
“Yeah.” I clutched my books tighter against my chest, wishing
instead for armor, or a Kevlar vest.
Another girl said, “We’re holding a hair drive.” It was as if she
opened the oodgates because they all started talking at once, like a
ock of gulls ghting over a clam.
“You know? For kids without hair.”
“Wigs.”
“You have a lot of hair.”
“And it’s so blond. Do you bleach it?”
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