Ambrose
Age 6
“You’re nothing but a big fat d*mmy. No one likes you, no one wants to play with you. Don’t talk to me. You’re a freckled-faced ugly boy. And your hair is very red. What boy has red hair?”
I stared at the pretty blonde girl that was yelling at me. Her name was Susie Daniels. I picked a dandelion, brought it to Susie and told her she was pretty. She had snatched it out of my hand, and stomped on it. It felt like she stomped on my heart. I knew I was bigger than the other kids, taller and wider than the average 6-year-old.
I felt tears come to my eyes and I sniffled.
“Are you going to cry now, you big-headed pig boy?” she sneered at me.
We were surrounded by her friends. Mine had gotten in a little bit of trouble and couldn’t come out to recess. Hunter and
