People are always telling me to repeat myself or speak up. “It’d be a lot easier for you to look someone in the eye if you got a haircut.” He glares harder when I start pushing my hair out of my face. But when I do what he says, the windowless office seems to shrink, and I shrink along with it. That’s when you want to look away the most. I’m not sure why people want you to look at them when they’re angry with you. It has a little creature carved at the top, and I’ve heard other kids talk about it, wondering if it’s a gnome or troll or a tiny replica of Mr. The principal leans forward, two fists wrapped around his tall, twisted cane. I’m sure I’ve missed more than that, but I guess no one realized I was gone. “You’re less than a month into high school, and you’ve missed your English class six times.” Pearce says my name sharp enough to make me flinch. THERE IS A room in this school that no one knows about but me. In memory of Jamie, the beautiful little boy who reminds me: For information address Hyperion, 125 West End Avenue, New York, New York 10023.įor my mother, who taught me to give and love with all my heart No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without written permission from the publisher. Published by Hyperion, an imprint of Disney Book Group.
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