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Ongoing, First published Dec 12, 2022
A short story based on true events from my own life.
Part one in my Queer Black Girlhood series.

It's 2007, and Michaela Springett has witnessed an injustice she cannot stand for, even if it means losing her standing as her teacher's favorite student and earning herself a red card. 

Silence followed as we huffed and puffed, trying to calm down.
"Don't you ever get tired of being scared all the time?"
"Well, don't you ever get tired of being angry all the time?" 
"Shut up." 
"No, you shut up." 
"That's a weird thing to say." Ashley said, mocking my voice. "I thought nice girls said nice words."
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