Loïc Age Twelve Marion, South Carolina“These words are my sanity. They make me feel less alone when I am so very lonely.”
—Loïc Berkeley
I spy with my little eye…white, white, and more freaking white.
I sit at a wooden desk, surrounded by four stark white walls. This square cubicle—also called my bedroom—is just big enough to hold a twin bed and this desk. The small hand-me-down dresser—that has probably been used by more kids than I can count—sits inside the closet because the room is too small to contain it. And all of it—the desk, the bed, and the dresser—has been spray-painted…white.
I think, when one kid leaves, Glenda spray-paints everything to prepare the space for the next one. Maybe it’s her strange version of cleaning. White is known to be a sanitary color—or noncolor, I supp
