“I go to Parsnip Creek Middle School, right?”
“Right, Joey.”
“I"m eleven-years-old. In grade five. Thirty kids in my class. They tease me about being a Bigfoot lover. My teacher, she took me to one side the other day. Told me to ignore them. Told me I"m a bigger person than that.” He grinned. “I"m only five feet three.”
Errl bared his teeth and chuckled.
“In the schoolyard I ate my lunch alone. Get on the school bus, sit alone. Big kids push me. Feel sick on bus.”
“Anything good happen, Joe?” His father"s mouth was grim.
“Then a new boy I never paid attention to asked if he could sit with me. I said sure. His name"s Daniel. He asked me if I like Eminem. I say yeah, I got his CD. Daniel lives down the street from me, turns out. He comes over that night to listen to Eminem, and do home
