Fast forward a few years. We now lived in New York, I was in eighth grade, and I told a few friends about my talent. Of course no one believed me. The next day, the mean girl in our grade – I'll call her Jess – brought in a bag of M&Ms. She directed another girl to stand behind me and cover my eyes, and then Jess tossed M&Ms into my mouth and tested my ability to tell their color. But I couldn't tell, because she kept giving me green and brown ones, even though I said I could only do it for the yellow and red ones.
The whole thing seems really silly now, but it felt pretty awful at the time, with all the girls laughing, and someone else's hands pressed over my eyes. I haven't really talked about my M&M talent since. But I'm older now, so I'm not ashamed to say it, and I know I'm right: the yellow shells are slightly smoother, and the red shells are just the teeniest bit sharper. I guess it's not a secret anymore.
- Courtney Sheinmel
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