She shifts her shoulders again
trying to find a more comfortable position.
Her mom had made her wear a bra.
She knows it's time she
started wearing one.
But it's uncomfortable.
Plus none of her friends
needed to wear a bra yet.
Her mom says
she's just developing earlier than them.
Whatever that means.
When she opens her locker
a little bottle and a piece of paper fall out.
She picks up the bottle first and
inexplicably
she wants to scream and cry.
It's cinnamon scented body spray.
Is Mystery Boy trying to tell her
she smells bad?
Anger rises up in her chest
as she gathers her binders.
She knows she's overreacting.
But she crumples the note anyway,
without bothering to read it
then throws it and the spray
back in her locker.
She stomps to the first floor bathroom
where she unhooks the bra
and throws it in the trash.
She'll be in trouble later
but for now she doesn't care.