One of Us Is Next (One of Us Is Lying, #2)

by Karen M. McManus

“Thanks but no thanks,” she says in a loud, clear voice. “If I wanted to be bored and disappointed, I’d just watch you play baseball.” Then she takes a large, deliberate bite from a bright green apple.

People like to think they’re open-minded, but if you toss a tired gender stereotype in their path they’ll run with it every time. I don’t understand why the world insists on stuffing kids into boxes we never asked for, and then gets mad when we won’t stay there.

Maeve blinks, startled. “Are you suggesting we…hack it?” “No,” I say. “That’s ridiculous. I’m suggesting you hack it. I don’t know how.”