The new girl rejected my random act of kindness. She was from New York City--how exotic!--and I was dying to ask her all kinds of questions. She looked a little standoffish, and a little proud, but I hung on her every word."Would you like to eat lunch with me and my friends?" I asked quietly outside English. Mrs. Ford had asked me to help her to her next class. I bit back all the other questions dying to spill out, taking nearly all the self-control that I had. Anything outside Little Rock was interesting, cosmopolitan. I wanted to know about it all.
"I don't need your charity," the girl snapped, as she flounced into Health.
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