When Shin looked her way, Jeanne saw her chance. She flashed her bright blue eyes at him over her glasses while simultaneously flicking her wayward ponytail off her shoulder; it was a maneuver she had practiced countless times in front of a mirror, and though Jeanne was in a decidedly awkward phase of adolescence, this gesture gave her the appearance of a saucy young lady of the world, and it could never fail to have its intended effect on any boy who had begun to find girls interesting. She was rewarded when Shin for the briefest moment sucked his breath between his teeth. That was enough to give Jeanne the courage to overcome her shyness and adopt a haughty attitude, even though haughtiness somehow emphasized her large overbite. “Shin,” she pronounced with the authority of someone wise beyond her years, “you’re being mean.”
Oh, the awful, deadly serious world of playground politics.