Today, along with me, you beat up another guy.
Because he talked to me.
Because he called me a nice person.
You said I paid him to call me that.
You said I was fat.
I weigh 115 pounds.
Honestly, the new guy wanted my help.
Our homeroom teacher had asked me to help him.
The notes you tore up yesterday?
Some of them were for him.
The extra credit would’ve helped me.
But anyway, you hate me.
You say I need to feel pain. You know what?
I think you’re right.