She walks towards me and I stare at the mole on the side of her cheek because it is very small almost a freckle but it is a mole.

She says, “Why did they let the Speds in here? Get out, freak, you’re in my way.”

Her eyes go up and then they go down and her mouth moves to the side like mine does when mummy makes me have some cough syrup and the taste is bad.

I want to go back to my classroom but I have to get food becuase I am so hungry the pain is in my stomach like something inside is pulling it.

I walk forwards and pick up a blue tray and it has small raised lines on it so that any water or liquid will not make things slip off of it and I count the lines and there are five thousand four hundred and twenty three little lines and they all cross over like the stitching on the back of the seat of the car that mummy drives me in.

I look back up becuase I have my food.

She is very pretty.

She says, “What are you looking at, retard?”

I say, “Your face.”

Then they all laugh at me.

And then she walks away.