Actually, what he really is one of those shrunken heads. Have you ever seen those? He looks exactly like that.
Like this part especially...
I think he looks like an orc.
If I looked like that, I swear to God, I'd put a hood over my face every day.
I've thought about this a lot, and I really think... if I looked like him, seriously, I think that I'd kill myself.
Yeah, for real.
You would not.
I don't know, Tushman asked me to hang out with him at the beginning of the year, and he must have told all the teachers to put us next to each other in all our classes, or something. I mean, the thing is: he always follows me around. What am I supposed to do?
Then why do you hang out with him so much?
Just ditch him,
I don't know what Jack answered because I walked out of the class without anyone knowing I had been there. My face felt like it was on fire while I walked back down the stairs.I was sweating under my costime. And I started crying. I couldn't keep it from happening. The tears were so thick in my eyes, I could barely see, but I couldn't wipe them through the mask as I walked. I was looking for a little tiny spot to disappear into. I wanted a hole I could fall inside of: a little black hole that could eat me up.