It was my turn so I picked a question from a deck of index cards that my friends and I improvised for the night’s bonding session.

What was the meanest thing you ever did to someone?

My mind came back to a scene that happened 15 years ago. We were little kids in a small classroom. There are familiar faces in a familiar place. Then the image of a pale-looking third-grader stood out.

Her hair was undesirably frizzy which made me wonder how expensive a comb could be. She had a pair of seemingly drowsy eyes and unusually thick, dry lips. She wore a set of faded school uniform with apparent creases badly in need of ironing. She was timid and barely spoke a word during lunch breaks. Her name is Jennifer. Read the entire entry »