![]() ![]() He moved not as if he were weightless but as if the weight didn’t matter. ![]() Summary : Because she sees herself as ugly and a misfit, tolerated only because of. ![]() When he ran, it was with the easy springing rhythm of an ath- lete one day after school, a group of kids tossed a Frisbee too far and he raced after it with long loping strides and leapt up to catch it with a nimble curl. Even when you lie to me / Jessica Alcott. He’d effortlessly take the stairs three at a time or leap over the low wall in the courtyard if he was running late boys would wolf whistle at him and he’d give them the finger without turning around. He was casually graceful-quiet and steady in class, never quick or impatient, but if pressed, he could move with surprising speed. He could get our attention just by drumming his fingers on a table. I loved watching him move around the room, jug- gling a tennis ball or sweeping his arms as if he were con- ducting our conversations. I spent a lot of nights imagining what it would be like to hug him and decided he was big enough to enclose me completely, until we were so close that I could dig myself inside him and curl up in the hollow spaces. His body always seemed on the verge of overspill- ing its boundaries, but he swam often enough that it was roped in by muscle. He wasn’t stocky, exactly, but he wasn’t thin either he was as solid and sturdy as a cart horse. Raw, uncomfortable, but still often hilarious. He was tall, and his shoulders were broad. Jessica Alcott’s writing is like a very personal glimpse into your own adolescent diary. ![]()
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