Focus on what makes you marketable.
In her sweaty palm she held a little grey speckled rock. It wasn’t big by any means, only slightly larger than a pebble. She had named it Rocky and he had a face drawn-on with permanent marker. Mrs. Rhodes had given it to her and told her it was lucky. That was during free time, the shortest—but best—part of her day.
You are seven years old, a second-grader with muddy stick-legs and a different color of polish on each fingernail.
I am / not what you say