Extraits

"The cat got your tongue? You think you're all high and mighty? You too good for us?" Les sneered his ugly old gold tooth in my face.

I can't figure it out. Outside my home, in the real world, people like me. I could do jumping jacks all day long in front of my parents and they wouldn't even blink, but at school and even around town, where I'm horribly shy and would rather just be left alone, people reach out to me. Maybe my shyness disguised as standoffishness makes kids at school try harder. I guess I can just pretend to be mysterious, when really I'm about as bold as a bowl of noodles.