Broken Boulder How Tweens Are Ruining Education

the girl doesn’t move but she doesn’t come for her again. all the angry and hate disappears from her face once she addresses the wound, a la brillo, is bleeding. when the grey kid does speak, it is different than before, wailing something stupid and babyish and oh-so-immature. if brilliance had the vocabulary, she’d tell her to stop being so dramatic and suck it up. instead, she burrows her gaze into the wound, as if it would ignite under the red, hot sun.
 
brilliance rolls her eyes. “don’t be such a baby,” she tells her, turning on her heels and going back the way she’d been going, this time without interruption.