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Tomboy, by Pamela Schloesser Canepa. (c) 2018
It was a good memory. Until it wasn’t anymore.
The sun shone vividly and bounced off of the rocks and the shallow water. I admired my next door neighbor, Rolan, so much. He was a little older, but I was a tomboy. I was like a younger brother.
Yeah, right.
That was the day I became a woman, and there was no hiding it from Rolan. He seemed disgusted.
“Now we gotta go home!”
“I’m sorry,” I said.
“You need to quit tryin’ to be something you’re not. You don’t belong out here with me. Go to the mall with the other girls.”
On the way back, the tears burned my dirt-streaked face. I hated that. I was acting like a girl. Maybe he was right. I didn’t belong there.
Needless to say, we were no longer friends. So I started going to the creek with Henry. I choose where I belong.
~Approx. 163 words
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