He sized up all of the freshmen boys entering the building, many accompanied by parents or other family members. Tyler sized them up, wondering to him...elf how many he could bend over and plow by the end of the year.“Ready to go?” Tyler's mom broke him out of his stupor.“Huh? Right, yeah, let's go,” Tyler said, unbuckling his seat belt. His mom caught his wrist before he could leave.“Tyler, listen-”“Mom, do we have do this now?” Tyler asked. He had known that this talk was coming, but he had. About two inches taller and hair just a little longer, breasts bigger, but not as pointy.I stepped down until I was between the last two girls. "Refugees second class, ma'am. Bradley, Betty, no middle initial, I don't know why. And Bradley, Josephine M. M for Marie, uses alias of Jo. Ten years old, fifth graders. Both claim to be oldest and fight constantly. Mother claims not to remember which came first. Prepared to finish any and all homework."The twins had what I call dirty blond hair, dark. Auf den ersten Blick fiel mir das Alice-Kost?m auf. Aber da waren nochzwei weitere Kleider. Nicht viel besser als das, was ich gerade anhatte.Dazu ein paar Blusen und Pullis. Alles in einem ?hnlichen Stil wie meinKleid. Um den Inhalt des Schrankes gefahrlos ansehen zu k?nnen, br?uchteman eigentlich eine gro?e Dosis Insulin. Und es gab, wie Mom gesagthatte, keine einzige Hose. Nicht einmal meinen Prinzessinnen-Pyjama.Obwohl der eigentlich gut dazu gepasst h?tte.##Als wir dann in die K?che. But if he wants answers he at least deserves that for what I have put him through.’ My voice held conviction trying to get him to understand the truth in what I had just said. ‘If he wanted answers he would of stayed.’ His jaw was clenched, which I now started to recognize as uncertainty for Evan. Not uncertainty for how he felt, but for the unknowing cause of my actions. Realizing this I had to assure him that I had no doubts about him and I. I just needed to make right by my confused thoughts.