Smack!
Selene raised her hand and gave Clarissa a light slap on the cheek. The sound echoed, and Clarissa’s words died instantly.
“You—!” Clarissa’s temper flared, eyes blazing.
“Clarissa, what’s with your perfume? It’s like a magnet for bugs!” Selene wrinkled her nose in exaggerated disgust. “Look—your hair’s crawling with little black insects!”
To drive her point home, Selene patted Clarissa’s head a few times. “Ugh, there are so many crawling around up there! It’s seriously creepy.”
At Selene’s words, Clarissa suddenly felt her scalp itching all over. She started patting her own hair in a panic and turned to Penelope. “Are there really bugs in my hair?”
Penelope nodded solemnly, eager to change the subject and tired of Clarissa’s constant digs at Daph. “Yeah, there are!”
“Aaah! Oh my God, get them off! Let’s go, hurry!” Clarissa shrieked, grabbing Penelope’s hand and dragging her at a run toward her family’s car.
Selene reached out to her daughter. “Come on, let’s head home.”
Daph trailed beside her, shoulders slumped, worry clouding her face. “When my teacher handed me my costume, she told me I needed to lose weight.”
Selene squeezed her daughter’s soft, strong hand. “Remember when I took you for that fitness check? The trainer said your body fat was actually low, and all that ‘chubbiness’ is pure muscle. You’re healthy, Daph—born for sports. You’re not fat, not even close. As long as you eat well and stay active, you’ll outshine all the other girls.”
Daph clutched her backpack strap and stared at the ground. “But that just makes me different. During rehearsals, I feel like I don’t fit in at all.”
Selene’s voice was gentle and sure. “But have you ever thought that being different might make you the most special, the brightest one on stage?”
Daph stopped in her tracks, surprised. She looked up at her mother, eyes wide.
Selene’s eyes crinkled with warmth, her smile crescent-bright as she winked at Daph.
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