Someone to Sit in the Foxhole: A Grandfather’s Speech That Changed Everything

then at the principal, then at me.

“I’m one of the kids,” she said. “From yesterday.”

The principal’s face went tight. “Maya, this isn’t—”

“It is,” she cut in.

The room went electric.

Tyler’s mouth fell open.

Maya’s eyeliner was smudged today, like she’d wiped her face and given up on fixing it.

She pointed at me. “He didn’t traumatize me.”

The principal continue reading …