First Day of High School

It was obvious that I didn't fit in at my new school. I looked down and my tattered jeans and plain white t-shirt in embarrassment as clones in Abercrombie and Hollister filled the seats around me. My face burned red-hot when the teacher introduced me and instructed us to open our texts to page 57. As Mrs. Smithback scrawled something I couldn't read on the board, I heard the term wetback whispered from somewhere behind me and put my head down, refusing to look back. She whirled around and glared at the class, then launched into her tirade about Leviticus 19:18 even though it was illegal to teach religion in school.