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224 pages, Paperback
First published February 17, 2015
I notice the round scabs running up and down the inside skin of her forearms. Gross. I notice that black electrical tape is the only thing holding the right arm of her glasses onto the frames. What a freak. She actually wants me to shake her hand? Instead of getting the hint, she scurries up beside me like a cockroach.







"My life will seem secure for a while, but if you watch long enough, it eventually shifts, just like those plates, and everything I'm used to changes again. The frustrating thing is that each time my life changes, I leave little pieces of myself behind.
"I hate this part the most. The part when I'm walking around completely alone, checking my phone twenty times a minute, trying to look like I'm waiting for someone, trying to think about anything other than the fact that I look like the biggest loser on earth."
"Suddenly I realize how tired I am of running. And that's when I decide there's no way I'll be scared into running again. I'm older now. This time I'm ready to fight."
"Lucky you," Savitri says as she emerges from the bathroom stall. I gasp. Savitri's long, ebony hair is hidden under a black hijab and her face is devoid of any trade of makeup.
"I know, I know," she says, rolling her eyes. "My brother Amir and Dad would kill me if they know what I look like at school."
"And that's when Jermaine puts his arm around me. That's right - his arm goes around my shoulders and for a split second I forget about everything else except the electrical feeling I'm getting from our bodies touching."
"No matter what awaits me in London, I can face it. No more running."
“The frustrating thing is that each time my life changes, I leave little pieces of myself behind”