I throw him two bones: a smile and a nod. Both lies.

Why am i here? What's my purpose?

I'd decided to write him and tell him to leave me alone. Please, in a nice way, go away, I really can't deal with you.

I never defended myself. Not once. I never said, "Excuse me? What gives you the right to insult and demean me?" I let them steal my dignity.

What's the point of living if you don't belong anywhere?

That earns him a smack with my book bag. "Ow." He clutches his arm. "What do you have in there? Books?" A grin snakes across his face. "I like my women feisty." He adds, "I like my broken.

Like anyone cared where I was, or who I was.