11 OPHELIA CLARK
October 18
“Out of the way, NERD!” a boy shouted from on top of his friend’s shoulders as they knocked into me in the school hallway. A group of kids were messing around and jumping onto each other’s backs, laughing as they clumsily ricocheted off the metal lockers and bumped into other students. I felt my cheeks get hot, and I wanted to yell something back, but I was too flustered and before I knew it, they were down another hall. I dusted myself off and headed for home.
By the time I had reached the Monroe Bypass, a cool wind had kicked up, and the clouds looked like they’d bring in the rain. It was much darker than usual for this time of day, and I knew I needed to get home fast, especially because I didn’t have an umbrella with me. But there was something about the
