Everybody expects Agate to be bad at gym, because she’s fat or whatever, but she’s not, not really. She knows what her body can do and she just goes ahead and does it, even if she does turn flamingo pink under her cloud of carrot orange hair. Two weeks ago, one of the other girls called Agate a hippo. Agate told her that hippos can charge at thirty kilometers an hour, and that hippos, not tigers or anything, are the large animal that kills the most humans. Then she smiled so big her molars showed and went back to running across Utah.
