Like Braveheart
If I had on a yellow dress I'd get myself up off this filthy, gum-stained floor and race past the lockers. At the end of the corridor I'd whirl around and scream out their names. Gus and Kip and Justin and all the others. Once they turned I'd raise the finger. Then I'd spin around, bend over and lift the back of my dress just like those Scottish warriors in Braveheart. Everyone watching would laugh, making those boys feel very small. But then if I was wearing a dress, it would lend truth to their insensitive taunts -- wouldn't it?
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