Marisol stared. “Why should I believe you?”
Mandy cried in the parking lot for twenty minutes. And for the first time in a very long time, they were the right kind of tears. mandy meaner
The next morning, she walked up to Marisol’s locker. Marisol flinched. Marisol stared
That night, her mother knocked on her bedroom door. “Honey, the school counselor called. They said you made a girl spit out her lunch into a trash can today. Is that true?” The next morning, she walked up to Marisol’s locker
“Mandy Meaner,” she replied automatically.
Mandy wrote: Because I forgot who I was. And I’m trying to remember.
Priya smiled. “I just wanted to say—I heard you changed. I heard you fought for it. That’s harder than being mean.” She handed Mandy a small box. Inside was a purple eraser, new and unblemished.