The main building of the high school looked like an old castle. The entrance was decorated with intricate designs and enormous statues. Above the door, a tall tower held a huge bell that was rung after winning games and on special occasions.
Lupe recalled her initial day on campus, scanning for fellow brown faces amid the enthusiastic, laughing students. The school was built on a mesa. Behind it, rolling hills held wealthy homes. Below, the neighborhoods were full of working-class families.
It didn’t take Lupe too long to find the other kids who looked like her in the remedial English and math classes or in gym class. But none of the other Mexican girls liked sports or the required gym clothes. In her freshman year, she realized she didn’t have much in common with those girls, who chattered about dates, makeup, clothes, and boys. Lupe looked outside their circle and over their shoulders to see the girls who stayed after classes and suited up for practice on the athletic fields. She thought to herself, these girls are strong and independent.
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