CHAPTER SIXTEENThe Social Outcast Club
The bell rings, and I gather up my French textbook and notebook. For the first time since school started, this class has dragged by. It’s just so awkward being in the same room as people who think I’m a coward.
When I first came in, someone else was in my normal seat next to Nathan. The only seats left open were the entire back row. I picked one, and no one else sat next to me.
I can tell that Mrs. Primrose was puzzled by the new seating arrangement, but she didn’t say anything. She called on me in class, and I answered, but I kept my head down at all other times.
The rest of the class has given me the cold shoulder. Even the people who weren’t in the lunchroom yesterday don’t speak to me or even look at me. I don’t blame them; they’ve all been fr
