Maybe it was the torn sweatshirt and the bloody elbow, or maybe it's just that teachers hear everything.
When we got back to the camp, Mr. Tushman took me to the first-aid office,
and while I was getting my elbow cleaned and bandaged up by the camp nurse,
Mr. Tushman and the camp director were in the next room talking with Amos and Jack and Henry and Miles,
trying to get a description of the troublemakers.
When he asked me about them a little later, I said I couldn't remember their faces at all, which wasn't true.
It's their faces I kept seeing every time I closed my eyes to sleep.
The look of total horror on the girl's face when she first saw me.
The way the kid with the flashlight, Eddie, looked at me as he talked to me, like he hated me.
Like a lamb to the slaughter. I remember Dad saying that ages ago, but tonight I think I finally got what it meant.
Aftermath
Mom was waiting for me in front of the school along with all the other parents when the bus arrived.
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