And being at school was awful in the beginning. Every new class I had was like a new chance for kids to “not stare” at me.
They would sneak peeks at me from behind their notebooks or when they thought I wasn't looking.
They would take the longest way around me to avoid bumping into me in any way,
like I had some germ they could catch, like my face was contagious.
In the hallways, which were always crowded, my face would always surprise some unsuspecting kid who maybe hadn't heard about me.
The kid would make the sound you make when you hold your breath before going underwater, a little “uh!” sound.
This happened maybe four or five times a day for the first few weeks: on the stairs, in front of the lockers, in the library.
Five hundred kids in a school: eventually every one of them was going to see my face at some time.
And I knew after the first couple of days that word had gotten around about me,
because every once in a while I'd catch a kid elbowing his friend as they passed me, or talking behind their hands as I walked by them.
I can only imagine what they were saying about me. Actually, I prefer not to even try to imagine it.
I'm not saying they were doing any of these things in a mean way, by the way: not once did any kid laugh or make noises or do anything like that.
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