bloody girl
“Girls bleed from their things you know.” Troy Klover has buckteeth and tomato cheeks. He spits when he talks and is shoving chubby fistfuls of Ranch Doritos into his mouth. If his mother knew he was eating Doritos at the bus stop for breakfast, I bet she’d yell at him. Our moms have been friends since we moved to the neighborhood last year. We have the same grade four teacher. “I don’t really give,” I tell him. Troy thinks that what...