The boys at school think she´s beautiful because her hair is shiny black like raven feathers and when she laughs, she flicks her hair back like a satin shawl over her shoulders and laughs.
The stories the boys tell in the coatroom, they're not true. You lean against the schoolyard fence alone with your eyes closed as if no one was watching, as if no one could see you standing there, Sally.
You become a different Sally. You pull your skirt straight, you rub the blue print off your eyelids. You look at your feet and walk fast to the house you can come out of.