“Cecilia Cherry picked her nose. She picked it until it bled, and then she’d scrape at the scabs until it bled some more. Her nostrils were always ringed with a dark red crust. The other children in her third-grade class noticed, of course. They noticed also that she often made the mistake of tucking her blouse into her underwear instead of her pants, the faded pink elastic visible above the waistband of her well-worn corduroys. Cecilia Cherry did not win friends. But even if she had, she would not have invited them to her home…”
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Anna Lea Jancewicz 