She was always wilder than she intended to be, and fragile objects had a tendency to break when she was around.
There was a girl she loved who raised hawks and other birds of prey. She envied her grace and her body and the earthy smell of her skin. She should have knocked on this girl’s door, but boys always held more power over her actions and below the belt feelings, so she held herself back. The boys were always more than happy to comply with her urgent and fevered requests to take of her shirt, grab a fistful of her hair, grab and paw at her breasts, and blow on her neck. What could a girl do to her that a boy hadn’t done already?