I can go back to school - not that I want to. Jacob Wilder is there with a dumb, ugly smirk on his face. Every time he looks at me, it's like his eyes are saying "gotcha." He must have been talking about me while I was gone. I keep catching people looking at me behind my back and whispering. I would ask them if I had something on my face, but I'm sure that's not the problem. Michael told me the whispering started before I came back to class, so it's almost definitely because of something Jacob said.

Most of the other students avoided sitting near me today. Michael kept me company, even though he usually likes to sit with the boys he plays with during break. I like this side of Michael, but I wish that other people hiding from me wasn't the reason he's being nice.