I hate it, the staring.
I guess I should be used to it by now; after all, it’s been seventeen years. But I’m not. Honestly, I don’t think I ever will. On special occasions in my life I forget my situation. But of course kids never gave me a break.
On the very first day of school the teacher had me go on the stage in the cafeteria and told me to say my name and something about myself. I was not prepared for that. I got really nervous and started to twitch and wheeze, which brought on laughing and my new nick name; Twitch. I got no sympathy.
Yeah, good first impression, I know.
That night I told my parents with tears streaming down my face practically drowning with my heavy breathing. They told me the usual; everything will get better, it will be fine. It didn’t.
I put my hands in my pockets and start walking.