by Heather Reid In my fifth grade class there was a new kid. He was the kind of kid who, even to my 11 year old mind, seemed to have the deck stacked against him. I clearly remember his fair complexion and his slightly long white-blond hair. He seemed slightly unkept and understandably quiet, and as if all of these superficial factors weren’t enough, he also had what could be considered a ‘girl’s name.’ I’ll just call him Tracy. He arrived… Keep Reading