Chocolate Milk

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in my classes. Other girls my age had the same characteristics: straight hair, light colored skin, thin little bodies. I sat in my designated seat that first day of third grade, next to the person whose last name came after mine, next to the person that would make the next year of elementary school a hell on earth. I noticed that he too was different like me. He was bigger compared to Ricky Sanchez, the boy who I had a crush on. His head peaked above everybody else, he seemed to have no neck so all you could see was a big head mounted to a big body, much like a play dough figurine.

One day on our way to dinosaur-shaped nuggets and macaroni n' cheese, I heard the following conversation:

Boy 1: Hey who's going to be the leader of the group?

Boy 2: We chose King Kong dude don't you remember? Right John you're our leader?

John: You know it! Hey but at least I'm not black like her...

I felt my ears get warm, followed by nervous perspiration from my forehead and an ...

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