Her name was Ruby. She was one of mine. A sophomore. I offered her one-on-one support in my academic lab as an intervention tier for kids who needed extra pushes in the right direction.
I see her face, and I hear her voice. Long jet black hair and dark frames. Super bubbly and talkative and always beefing with her teachers.
“Mrs. G., I like coming here. You cool, Mrs. G. Like you listen to me and don’t judge, you feel me?”
