“I’m a fashion designer.” He brought
out his sketchbook and flipped through
pages showing his designs for jackets
and caps, pants and shirts.
“My grandma designs clothes,
too,” he explained. “She taught
me all about patterns and sewing.”
There were still a few snickers,
even though Mrs. Griswell was
shaking her head.
But when Chris pulled a head-
band from his bag and put it on, the
class became quiet. “This is one of
my accessories for boys. I braidedblack and blue cording and attached
a small flat stone that goes in the
middle of the forehead.” He heard
Nick say, “Cool!”
“For girls, the cording is pink
and purple with a small seashell.”
“I love it!” exclaimed Amber.
A few of the other girls nodded
enthusiastically.
Chris felt a burst of hope. “I made
headbands for everyone,” he said.
The whole class buzzed with
excitement. Chris grinned. Now
things finally felt right!Pickles. Guess I got
the date wrong...
So we're sleeping
here tonight? In the airport. Dibs on the bench!