¨I watch myself in the mirror across the room. Ugh. My hair is completely hidden under the comforter. I look for the shapes in my face. Could I put a face in my tree, like a dryad from Greek mythology? Two muddy-circle eyes under black-dash eyebrows, piggy-nose nostrils, and a chewed-up horror of a mouth. Definitely not a dryad face. I can't stop biting my lips.It looks like my mouth belongs to someone else, someone I don't even know.¨
“The bus picks up students in groups of four or five. As they walk down the aisle, people who were my middle-school lab partners or gym buddies glare at me. I close my eyes. This is what I've been dreading. As we leave the last stop, I am the only person sitting alone.”
" I don't have time to answer.
"I'm Heather from Ohio.I'm new. Are you?¨
¨It is easier not to say anything. Shut your trap, button your lip, can it. All that crap you hear on TV about communication and expressing feelings is a lie. Nobody really wants to hear what you have to say.¨
"I knew you were trouble the first time I saw you. I've taught here for twenty-four years and I can tell what's going on in a kid's head just by looking in their eyes. No more warnings. You just earned a demerit for wandering the halls without a pass."
Melinda's first day at high school was horrible because of her feeling like an out cast and pain. Also when she was on the bus she kept on feeling isolation and that boy kept bothering her. Something else i inferred was that she was being judged to quickly. This can be convincing because of her problems which showed her characteristics.