As they were carting him off on a gurney, all I could think was, I wish that was me.
I got singled out. I don't know why. Why do people always target me? Is it because I'm short and they figure I can't fight back? They're right, I can't, but it's not because I'm vertically challenged.
Why am i here? What's my purpose?
I had to fight so hard not to cry.
I hear you. I just don't believe a word you say.
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.