As I walked alone down busy Millbrook Avenue, I was sure all the kids riding by on the buses and in their parents’ cars noticed me all by myself, an outcast. They probably made mental notes to avoid me in the future so they wouldn’t damage their popularity. I could almost hear their stinging remarks.
When I first thought about it, I wished my own mom would pick me up from school. But my own Mom worked late. Besides, it wouldn’t help my popularity much because Mom drove a beat up ten-year-old Toyota wagon. I kind of wished I were walking home with Lori. But Lori was one the way to Brad’s party with The Clique.
Halfway to my house, I made a snap decision and took a quick left turn. I wasn’t going home. I would find my way over to Mrs. Monarch’s. There were some things careening around in my mind for too long, keeping me up at night, and I was ready to deal with them. Mrs. Monarch might be able to help. I put both arms through the straps of my backpack, tightened up my shoelaces and picked up the pace. Mrs. Monarch lived the whole way across town. I hoped I wouldn’t get lost.
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