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No part of me understood, but then, I’d never felt like someone who fit in, either.
They were serving cheese zombies and tomato soup for lunch, one of my favorites, and I waited in line just watching her and not particularly paying attention to anything else.
I couldn’t help but overhear the boys in front of me, though. There were two of them and they were snickering. It was the type of laugh where you knew there was something bad behind it. Something mean, and so I focused on them, listening as they revealed themselves to be just the kind of little shits I had no patience for.
“I swear to God, Jason,” one said to the other, “I have five dollars in my backpack and if you do it, it’s all yours.”
Jason laughed harder. “I’ll get into trouble.”
“It’s five bucks! Just say you tripped and spilled it. Hell, some tomato soup on her head might make her smell better.”
They both went into loud peals of laughter. I thought they sounded like nasty little hyenas.
I felt sick. I didn’t even have to hear any more, I knew what they were planning and to who, but I did hear more, I listened and collected my food, then quietly followed them.
I set down my tray on the first table I passed.
Jason’s giggling friend sat down at the next one and waved him on.
With an evil grin, Jason approached Scarlett from behind, still holding his tray.
With quick furious steps I caught up to him, grabbed his tray, stepped on his foot, and sent my elbow hard into his chin all at once.
He went down with a gratifying cry.
Very calmly, I took his tomato soup and poured it right into his dismayed face.
“Is it funny now, you little shit?” I spat at him right before a teacher started dragging me away.
I glanced at Scarlett as I went.
She’d turned at the commotion, looking bored with only a touch of interest in her big, dark eyes as she looked at me, but no comprehension on her face that I’d just saved her from a headful of soup.
Still, that didn’t deter me too much.
Her plight ate at me. I’d lie in bed, hands clenched into fists, and stew about it.
I was a lonely, solemn boy, more sensitive than I’d ever admit, and I couldn’t stand what was happening to her. The casual cruelties. The constant unfairness. The unending injustice of it.
Anytime something was really bothering me, I took it to my Gram.
“It’s not right,” I told my glamorous, doting grandmother. “It’s wrong, the way she’s being treated. The kids are monsters, and the teachers don’t care until it’s gotten so bad that Scarlett gets herself into trouble. It’s every day, Gram. Every day she has to put up with these little shits picking on her.”
She was studying my face in a way that I liked, the way she always did when I was reminding her of grandpa. She didn’t even reprimand me for cursing, that’s how intently she was listening to me.
“You’ve gotta help her, Gram. It’s bad enough the way they talk, but she’s got no one at home taking care of her. She needs clothes. Soap. Someone to wash her hair and brush her teeth, or ya know, teach her how to do it.”
She touched a hand to my hair, purest love pouring out of her eyes. “Yes, yes, of course she does, Dante, my sweet, sweet boy. We will work on all of that.”
“They’re awful at school. They won’t let up on her. Maybe if you talk to her about . . . taking a bath or somethin’, it’d make it easier on her.”
“I will. I absolutely will, you darling boy. I’m ashamed that you even had to point it out, but you leave it to me, okay?”
I nodded. I had absolute faith that Gram would do anything she promised, so I was done worrying about that part of it.
“Thank you,” I told her. “But . . . what should I do? How do you think I can help her?”
“How about just being her friend? Friends can make life a lot better.”
