The week after his birthday was going well, so well I was actually floating. I swear my feet never actually touched the ground at all. Then on Friday, I went to gym class as usual. This is what happened. We were out running around the track, and when we got to the far back, someone tripped me. Track is my best—okay, only—sport, and I don’t trip. I may be sickly and weak, but I’m not clumsy when I run. I’m really good at it in fact. Right then, though, I almost wished I was clumsy—then I’d be more like the other guys, and not ‘graceful’ like the girls. So I was running around the back of the track, and these two guys tripped me and pushed me, making it look like an accident in case anyone saw them, and I went down in a crash. They stood there laughing, but I didn’t get up right away. Then t
