This is a continual story. To read the first chapter, click here "I want to learn self-defense." Gaby winced as the morning sunrays spilling in through the open shutters of the porch adjoining the living room scorched her bruised cheek. "Girls don’t hit," her mother said. "But I'll only protect…" Gaby started. "Girls don’t hit." Her mother raised her voice. The sky was a rectangle of white glare outside the shutters, wrapping itself around the yellowing leaves of the palmtops. "But it's dangerous for me to…" Gaby said. "Girls don’t hit!" Her mother yelled and slammed her fist on the table. "And it's your fault you're being picked on because you're scared of those kids, and they can feel it." Construction workers shouted to each other down below, their rough, deep voices resonating in the street that was filling up with people and cars in the early morning hour.
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Aspie girl gets bullied by former classmates "Angelina picks on you because she likes you," Gaby's father declared. "The more someone harasses you, the more he likes you." Gaby rolled her eyes. Father. Written on paper, the word was airy, dry, and hot like a desert wind blowing in her face. The word 'mother' was moist and bitter. "Now that I've graduated, I don’t ever want to see Angelina again," she said. "She imitates me." "It's because you do that." Her mother got up from the couch and started pacing the living room frantically, flapping her fingers in exaggerated movements, creating shadows like twisting snakes on the floor in the light of the electric poles that stood near the building. Gaby dug her fingernails into her palm but didn’t say anything. If she did, her mother would just ignore her and go on and on. "Stop that," her father demanded. "