Moving Among Aliens

When Constance meets Quinn, friendship isn’t her first thought

The bell for second lunch echoed in her ears like a fire drill and Constance grabbed up her backpack and lunch and moved toward the lunch room imagining herself an alien snail-like creature leaving a slime trail that would allow her to find her way back to her locker and her eventual freedom from the school day. Sure, there were things she enjoyed, like art class, but even in there she found many of the other kids too loud or out of control. In just about every class, Constance imagined…