Chapter 13

“When life throws lemons at you, make lemonades out of it.”

—Barrister_Tife.

“Life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all.”

—Helen Kelley.

“Do anything, but let it produce joy.”

—Walt Whitman.

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Anna’s POV

Experiencing a racism scenario this morning is one thing, but getting all doused up with red paint like I’m a freaking doughnut that needed jam is another thing. And finally, trying to shrink my entire body into a small gown that Jess lent me is a bigger struggle.

So far, the morning has being a terrible catastrophe. A huge disaster for me. I’m right here in the ladies room trying to wash off this stubborn red paint from my hair when classes are already going on. My face and neck already look like it is covered in blisters all thanks to the almighty paint. But one thing my mind can’t seem to forget about is, who set that in my locker.

Having washed, scrubbed, cleaned, rinsed, and did all sort of sanitizing and c