Not in a judge-y way. In a curious way.
One Tuesday, after school, Sophie found Jordi sitting alone on the basketball court, tracing chalk lines with his finger. His shoes were soaked from a puddle he’d tried to avoid. sophie anderson air jordi
Jordi put them on. For the first time, he walked across the gym floor without looking down. Not in a judge-y way
She noticed that Mr. Hendricks, the janitor, wore the same gray sneakers every day, duct tape holding the left sole together. She noticed that Marcus, who could run faster than anyone in fifth grade, had sneakers two sizes too small. And she noticed that Jordi — the quiet boy who always sat in the back of art class — had never, ever worn anything but thin, faded canvas shoes, even in the rain. His shoes were soaked from a puddle he’d tried to avoid
Sophie nodded. She didn’t have much money either — her mom worked two jobs. But she had something else: a plan.