Read by Sabina Cameron
Dakota grew up with girls like this one – all crooked and uneven beneath the smooth. Like the ones who watched her at school while she made hand shapes at her desk – braiding her fingers together to make a cave, a church, a smiling cat. Later, they jumped her in the hall and Dakota got beat. All the kids whooping and shouting, same as this crowd now, only Dakota can’t hear. As soon as the bell rings, there’s only two people in the world. This girl and Dakota. Crooked vs. Smooth.