There were no special plans that night, and I simmered about my exclusion that afternoon. These were girls who had been some of my best friends just a year before—but suddenly they were all boy crazy, and I … wasn’t. But I was eleven. My sister was my best pal, and she wanted to float in the pool with me and look up at all the stars. We floated under a radiance of constellations. How could I be salty for long? Maybe my dad would join us and pretend he was a shark or a manta ray. The water was the same color as barreleye fish eyes: electric teal. Once more, I felt so rich because I had my
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