Enly and the Buskin' Blues

Enly and the Buskin' Blues — page 3
pointed over her shoulder Get your jumbo bones up here and go sit next to Kenny It was on the tip of my tongue to say You can’t tell me what to do but something about her whip-like bossiness and her already-developed chest intimidated intimidated me I glanced over at Ms Screws who was sitting behind the steering wheel sucking up a soda through a straw and looking at her phone I knew she wouldn’t be any help She always just let Tia tell everyone what to do I tromped up the rest of the steps and down the aisle into the reek of armpit and cheap body spray kicking aside discarded contraband snack bags to get to the middle of the bus Kenny was one of the smallest smallest kids in the whole school whereas I was one of the biggest My mom always said my father’s white genes overtook the Chinese ones when it came to size I was bulky and tall which meant I had to sprawl my knees apart when I sat down so they wouldn’t be jammed against the seat in front of me Tia turned around and snickered at Kenny and me Unfortunately puberty hadn’t quite hit for either of us and for some reason Tia thought it was hilarious hilarious to see an overgrown half-Chinese kid sitting next to the palest white-blond kid who was barely 2