On Monday, school was terrible. When I woke up that morning, I still had that feeling that I should just stop going, that I should stop showing up, but I pulled myself from my bed and slipped into the bathroom to get ready. Once I arrived at school, Ronnie was there. His locker was near the entrance, so I wasn’t surprised. What I was surprised about was his black eye and his busted lip. Did I do that? I nearly gasped once I saw his face, but for some reason- I didn’t feel as sorry as I did after I committed the act. Maybe it was the look he gave me, or maybe it was the way people looked at me- the way they actually noticed me, for the first time in practically two and a half years. I was the talk of the school for my first five out of ten months here as a freshman, mainly because of my fat
