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First published March 10, 2015
"Leave me alone," I shouted at him. He shot back from me, holding his hands in front of him in defense.
"I didn't mean to hurt you, I swear. I was just trying to help," he said innocently. He still held his hands up, and when I straightened up showing him I wasn't scared, he ran them through his non-existent hair.
"Let me guess. You're new?" I tried.
He cocked his head.
"Your head is newly shaved, and you're not afraid of me yet," I told him. "You will get used to your hair, and you'll be staying away from me. Trust me."
I buried my head in my hands and tried to sink away from everything.
"What if I am not afraid of you?" the boy whispered in my ear. I tried hard not to show how scared I was of the intimacy of his breath on my body. "What if I want to get to know you? Then what?"
Without lifting my head I said, "You won't."