I go to Reagan High School, where my previous question is asked by everyone around me. People are constantly picking on me. There's a list, I realized, of what people prod me about.
1-My Les/Bi moms
2-My obsession of screaming at the universe
3-My hopeless crush on this super sweet girl in my Biology class.
Life for Zero just keeps getting better and better. Yayyy.
Sigh. It's weird, really. The pecking order around me. The smart kids, who usually get bullied, are higher up on the food chain than me. I'm pretty sure our substitutes get more love, respect, and genuine appreciation than me. I am what people call, a target. I can just imagine the bullseye on my back, the one freaking everyone thinks that, if they hit it, they've won some spectacular prize.
If it's true, I have no chance of ever keeping a stuffed gorilla to myself.
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