Chapter Sixteen: One of the Good Ones

In which Katy deals with the aftermath, sees the Racist one last time, and makes a friend.

The Beginning of the End: A Grocery Store Horror Story

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You’d think a near-death experience with shadow creatures would warrant a vacation. Nope. Today, I find myself dashing around the apartment, gathering my things for work, and planting a kiss on Guy’s cheek.

The aftermath of my dance with Death was quiet and exhausting. Once my friends had woken up, we licked our wounds and mourned our dead. Arnold’s body disappeared in a surprising whiff of smoke, so burial wasn’t in the cards. After hightailing it out of the library, we made our way home and collapsed on the couch. 48 hours later, I’m yelling goodbyes to my friends when Guy gently grabs my upper arm.

“Hey.” His voice is soft, and I know what he wants to talk about, but I just can’t right now. After everything I’ve been through, you’d think I’d stop to smell the roses and have meaningful conversations. But the rent doesn’t pay itself-

“Katy.” Guy runs a hand through his hair and clears his throat. “About what you said, you know before that thing grabbed you…”

“I gotta go,” I deflect and grab a handful of change and cash from the reused pickle jar I hide behind a picture of my mom and dad.

“Stop. Please.” I turn away from the front door and sigh.

“It’s not a big de-”

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Read “Latinx: A Filter For Potential Homophobes” On LatinaMedia.Co

I love the word Latinx. But if you’ve participated in “Hispanic” social media over the last few years, there are people who absolutely. Hate. It. “What the hell is Latinx?” “Nobody I know uses that word.” “Ugh, gringos need to stop.” I get it: it’s new, identity is important, and people should label themselves as they see fit. But I can’t help but think that one of the reasons my community members are so resistant to the word is the age-old problem of homophobia.

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