Molly

“Saint did not make friends, though she aimed her smiles, did not raise her hand too much even though she knew the answers, and invited each girl in her class to come see the hive, spending time fashioning each invitation , dotting hand-drawn bees with glitter glue and crepe paper.
She finessed the drone escape and was stung two dozen times, appearing at the breakfast table with swellings and a smile.”
― Chris Whitaker, All The Colors of the Dark