As I topple over to the table with my arms start to seize up from being placed in such an awkward position from caring my tray "I wish they make this easier for people like me, " I mutter. I look beside me seeing around seven kid starring at me whispering to each other, I begin to eat my food ignoring there glares. out of the corner of my eye, I see boy closest to me waving a spoon in my direction while talking to his friend. the boy's really fat like he's smuggling seven watermelons in his shirt. I place my spoon down and look away trying to ignore him, "Hey, hop along, who said you could sit here" the boy laughs a few kids behind him yells "yea you little freak," I look back at the fat pig in boys clothing giving him a nasty stink eye. the pig laughs again "well are you a hop along or a freak" he continues to laugh pointing at me. I quickly eat the rest of my food saving a bit for sky, I once again leave my tray on the table walking by the kids "I may be a hop-along but at least I'm not a fat 500-pound pig like you," I mutter in the boys ear, the boy jumps up almost flipping the table "you little freak!" he yells. "wow" I laugh "hop-along that's a big word were did you learn it piggy the big bad wolf," I remember something ava told me about the old stories that the caretakers told in school before she came to the x-medical wing, like the one about the pig and the girl in the red hood or the one with the beanstalk.  'watch your mouth" the fat pig said putting a finger close to my face, "sorry I don't speak fat pig" I snap back. "you little" he raised his hand like he's gonna slap me or grab  my neck, then a girls across the table screams "ew, don't touch him he has like seven diseases. the fat boy quickly pulls his hand back "ugh, of course, your from the dead kid wing" the boy sniffles. I give the girl that yelled a stink eye and began to walk back to my room while going down the hallway, I get so frustrated I want to scream. I hate this stupid orphanage, these stupid caretakers, my stupid wing and all these unpleasant, awful, rotten, uneducated kids with less intelligent than a  barnacle. while turning the hallway conner I tripped on my crutch and fall on my face, I reach for my crutch but a sharp pain shoots from my rib. "ow," I hiss grabbing my side, one of the girls from earlier looks at me and start laughing "look guy it the little worm from early trying to stand up" she points at me with her long skinny finger and continues to chuckle. as the other seven kids join her pointing, snickering, laughing their heads off will pointing and yelling. I keep trying to stand but every time I try to pull myself up with my crutch,  the pain in my side keeps getting worse and worse. Margret cuts threw the crowed and throw me over her shoulder bringing me back to my room.