Space Vacuum from Outer Space
Locker doors slam and shudder around me. A few girls walk by, wearing their P.E. uniforms: red shirts, green shorts. I don’t have my uniform. I have no idea where it is. I fool with my backpack for a while, pretending like I have something in there, maybe under a trap door. Maybe there’s a bin somewhere with an extra uniform. There isn’t. There’s nothing.
The locker room empties out. A piece of pink paper floats from the wall to the floor. I pick it up and read it.
Vote JESSICA TRUESDALE for 7th Grade Rep!!!
Beneath the headline is a picture of my near-doppelgänger. Someone’s drawn a piece of tissue paper poking out of her tank top. I MUST, I MUST, I MUST INCREASE MY BUST! a drawn-on speech bubble adds, to draw the point home. There’s another paper stuck t
