Les 14 Ans D--aurelie -1983- Page

She walked to school. She did not sit behind the gymnasium. She walked into the cantine. She sat down at a table where a quiet boy named Philippe read science fiction novels and never spoke to anyone. He looked up. He did not smile. He nodded once, almost imperceptibly.

Aurélie nodded back.

It started small: a hesitation before speaking in class. A blank space where her voice used to be. M. Delacroix, the history teacher, called on her. Aurélie, explain the Maginot Line. She opened her mouth. The words stacked behind her teeth like cars in a traffic jam. She saw the other students turn. She saw Sophie Marceau’s double—a girl named Véronique with feathered hair and a swan’s neck—smirk. Aurélie closed her mouth. The hyphen sat in the air between question and answer, and nothing crossed it. Les 14 Ans D--Aurelie -1983-

The hyphen was her armor. It was the space between who she was and who she was supposed to become. She walked to school

Aurélie didn’t move.