The Kids Don’t Know What They Don’t Know
Chapter 4
School time
I packed my blue and black backpack and کہا good-bye to my mom. When Dominic and I met at the stop, there was an Asian-Latin girl yelling at a nerd girl in Spanish. “Eres una niña americana estúpida! Que nunca caben en nerdface!” she yelled. I was fluent in Spanish, so I came up to the girl. She was very pretty, with long brown hair and smoky eyes that were shooting daggers. But I instantly hated her, while my brother drooled. I smacked him on the arm. I کہا to her, “Deja a esta chica en paz!”...
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