“Aren’t you Tuna?” Sara asked hastily, staring me up and down with her watery blue eyes. I couldn’t hide my confusion.

“What?” I asked. We had been walking to our bus, and I stopped walking and turned to face her.

“Everyone’s saying you put tuna on your pussy and had a cat lick it off.” Sara made her statement calmly, and completely stripped of judgement. I watched her brown hair illuminate gold under the late afternoon sun, like an angel.

“What the fuck? No,” I blurted out. I could feel the heat surge through me and redden my cheeks.

Day one of what was going to be a long 7th grade year.