Much as I adopted the easy camaraderie of these elite students, there were some mannerisms that I could not acquire. The veneer of supremacy, the nonchalance of wealth, the disdain of authority and the ignorance of poverty were all acquired traits imbued by years of luxury. Some great protective bubble existed around these girls that made them invincible, invulnerable and oblivious. They were unaware that real girls like them, lived in homes that slanted in the earth, whose entire square footage could fit in their bedrooms, who went to bed grateful that that night they had had supper, or heard no fighting, or didn’t experience the uncomfortable touch of “uncle” somebody or other who helped out with the food money. They didn’t even know that “have nots” walked amongst them, who lived in humble homes, who didn’t own desks or dining tables, who showered outdoors in the early morning darkness so that the strange old man on the hill couldn’t peep at them.
excerpt from novel...by Kathy Thomas
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