Chapter 19
“You discriminated against a black trans man. And you call yourself an educator?” Hazel shot back.
“What?” Rowan said, looking toward the door and then back again. “Christopher’s trans?”
“Yes. And you made him feel uncomfortable. All of you.”
Ivy threw her hands in the air. She tossed one paper in the center of the table, barely missing the gravy that was there. “You think I care about someone’s genitals? I see trans kids all the damn time in my school. I don’t care. They’re doing their thing, living their lives, and I don’t care. You know what, actually? When they still fuck up an assignment, I still fail them. Because they’re no different than you or me.”
“I am different,” Hazel said. “I don’t even belong here. I’m going with Christopher—”