Fiction
When All the Color Has Bled Out of the Worldby Todd Robinson
One boy.
Donna saw him trying to stifle his giggles, but all he could do was turn his face toward the other teenagers he sat with, all of them athletic, in more expensive clothes than she could ever afford for Steven.
But Steven had style. Steven could take his hand-me-downs from his cousin, and make it work.
That was the story of their lives. They may not have had money, but they made it work. Somehow.
Steven made his way through it by... well, but having Steven Style. That’s what he called it, making new combinations of outfits, taking in the shirts, hemming the pants from his cousin (who was a couple sizes huskier than her reed-thin boy).
The boy laughing was muscular in the way that they would wear the rest of
