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Christine Hurley Deriso

o roblem tan says ovially.
I ress my li s together. tan won’t get stuc staying
late, I will. his is why Ethan and I occu y arallel universes
he’s clearly accustomed to using his aw-shuc s charm to

ensure the roverbial touchdown in every lay of life. oth
literally and figuratively. f course he’s the high school
uarterbac . ecause, you now, nature didn’t hea uite
enough wonderfulness on him with dim les and natural
highlights, so society had to ste in and ta e u the slac .
han s so much, Ethan tells tan, then tosses me a
dim ly aw-shuc s grin as he heads toward the e ui ment.

eah. efinitely an -lister.
nd which list am I on
I’m an outlier. a e my academic standing, for e am-
le I ma e good grades e cellent grades in the sub ects I
care about , and I have iller one-on-one discussions with
my teachers. or instance, r. ec er and I once s ent a
wee ’s worth of study halls discussing whether the ending
of Catch 22 was a massive victory or e ic fail. ut I’m not
a oiner, so I tend to fly under the radar. hereas my

classmates’ club membershi s ta e u half a age by their
yearboo hotos, my yearboo hoto loo s li e a mugshot.
ot only does the bio s ace loo li e a wasteland, but my
vaguely grum y e ression ia’s words, not mine. I was
going for dee and angsty suggests homicidal tendencies.
I’m even an outlier in my own family. y uber-outgoing
si teen-year-old brother, ierce, bears an uncanny resem-

blance to our dad, with his lan y si -foot frame, chocolatey

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