CHAPTER SEVENTEENOverheard
"Look where you’re going, retard!”
My books go flying for the third time today, which makes eleven times this week. I’ve also been pushed into the lockers or a wall six times and tripped fourteen times. I’ve never fallen completely to the ground, but I have had a few uncomfortably close calls. Of course, even when I caught myself, I still looked like an i***t flailing my arms to keep my balance.
It's been a week since the lunchroom incident, and I'm officially persona non grata in my school. Even kids that aren’t in Dirk’s circle of friends are making fun of me. I guess they see an easy target and go for it.
And I'm definitely an easy target. I never fight back or even stand up for myself. I can’t do anything that might lead to a fight. I just take their abus
