Chapter 1I knew something was different about me when I was ten.
I rode the bus to school that morning, very excited. I was finally going to tell my best friend how cute I thought she was. I really didn’t think much about what would happen afterwards, except she would be so happy. She would smile, and…and I didn’t know what would happen after that. But it would be good.
I waited all day, nervous, and finally slipped the note onto her desk just before I left class to go to band, where I was learning how to play percussion. The note said, “I think you are very cute.” Unsigned, because she would just know it was from me.
I spent band class playing my heart out on my practice pad, gripping the drumsticks tightly and nodding my head to the beat. This was my favorite part about school. Well,
