Sixth grade. Houston, Texas. The other side of the tracks. Landrum Junior High. Waiting in line in the lunchroom and a girl cut in front of me. I told her she couldn't do that. She wouldn't move back. I stepped in front. She pushed me. I tattled to a teacher. The teacher showed no interest. She just said we'd both better stop it. BUT I WASN'T DOING ANYTHING!
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