I work from home three days a week, which means I get to overhear the bus stop conversations of the middle schoolers. Today the Asian girl, Wendy, decided to bully the sassy black girl, Rachael.

Wendy: “Ewww, what’s wrong with your outfit?”
Rachael: “Nothing’s wrong with my outfit. What’s wrong with your face?”
Wendy: “The colors don’t even match!”
Rachael: “They do too!”
Wendy: “Nuh-uuuh.”
Rachael: “Yeah-huh. You don’t know what you’re talking about gurl. My shirt got purple and black in it and so do my shoes. Don’t be mad because my style has evolved beyond the Aéropostale clearance rack. Get on my level.”

I had to leave the living room for fear of them hearing me laughing. The bus came shortly after that.