By Stephanie Grella
This Story Won Third Prize in Our Contest
The boys at school didn’t like Mathieu, but all the girls did. He was the only boy ever allowed at girls-only sleepovers. He played with our hair like he was one of us, brushing his own and wishing it was long like mine, blonde like Olivia’s.
Mathieu and I were in the same ballet class, but he also did tap, jazz, and pointe. The girls crowded around him in adoration, insisting he teach them how to do a proper pirouette. His legs were long and lean, longer and leaner than any of ours. He moved around the room as I imagined a swan glided across water.[Read more…] about Mathieu