Chapter 7The pizza was dope. Sarge was hilarious. We had a huge twenty incher. I ate two slices, Will had two, and Estrella only one. Sarge gobbled up the rest of that thing! I laughed and thought I was going to be happy here in Las Vegas.
Back home, we all went to our rooms. I sat and stared at the pink and lavender, the flowers, the canopy, my ballerina. Me. Awesome.
I liked me. I liked feeling like I loved these beautiful things, like I fit in here, like I could put on my tutu and dance all around my safe place here and not be picked on.
I sighed. I spied the box I’d thrown on the bed, the one from Greta. It and my letter musta passed in the mail. I tore off the brown paper. Inside was a letter on top of a book.
Liebchen, I hope this finds you well. I already miss you so much. I was
