Behind Window Eyes

The navigation of socialization falls deaf to the human ear, or more specifically, people like me, who are deadly allergic to interacting with other human beings. Or teens their age. I, Sofía Delgado, was one of them. And not just because I was most likely one of the only Hispanic kids in my school. But because I was poor, had a black cousin and, oh yeah.

My dad was a serial killer.

Sofía Delgado was into her first month of high school when that day arrived. It was just another regular, ordinary day. She got her test back from her math class and saw the big red A. She managed to win some free Skittles from the library that was on an empty table. She even found a five dollar bill on the way home from school and used to buy her favorite childhood candy from a dollar store.

It was a good day. Bearable.

Until the cops pounded on her door, stormed in like they were a SWAT team, and soon she watched her father being dragged out of the building in handcuffs.

Handcuffs.

And if having a serial killer for a father wasn't enough, here was the real kicker:

She could be bisexual.