Tag: Author: Sandra Evans

New kid. New kid. The words fly around the showers and sinks. I can almost see them, flying up like chickadees startled from the holly tree in the woods.

This is Not a Werewolf Story by Sandra Evans

All this time I thought it was my fault that I couldn’t figure out how to fit in. But now I see. You can’t ever fit in like a number or a letter, because friendship’s not a puzzle or a cipher. There’s no answer that you get right or wrong. You don’t “get” friends. You are one. You have one.

This is Not a Werewolf Story by Sandra Evans

My parents have come and gone. Teachers have come and gone. Kids have come and gone. But Bobo’s been here with me the whole time. She’s run through the woods with me and slept on the floor of my room. She’s a tear licker, a heel nipper, a pillow, and a friend.

This is Not a Werewolf Story
Sandra Evans