My classmates made fun of my birthmark for years

just decide things like that,” she said, lowering her voice. “Please. Be careful. Something about this feels… wrong.”

I pushed my tray away, suddenly unable to eat.

Part of me knew she might be right. A larger part of me desperately wanted her to be wrong.

That afternoon, I went into the second-floor bathroom to splash water on my face. Brittany came continue reading …