At least I still have the notebooks. And I’m not taking any chances; they’re here in my knapsack with me
The thing is — really, really, despite what everyone is thinking — I’m okay.
Yes, you heard me. I’m okay, I’m fine. I haven’t grown horns or had a personality transplant, and believe it or not, I even still like to play ball.
Which is why it’s ridiculous that the bell rang for recess two minutes ago, Rebbi’s gone for his coffee, and my classmates are sitting around with miserable faces, as if they’re waiting for something terrible to happen.
And from the way a few of them keep sneaking sidelong glances in my direction, I come to the logical conclusion that the thing they’re waiting for has to do with me.
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