You-know-who stays away from me, probably because she knows I could always grab her hair again! Sometimes, across the classroom or playground, I see her and her friends looking in my direction with their faces scrunched up like unfriendly weasels, but that’s way better than picking on me. Dad gro...
Breakfast!” My eyes open. The first thing I see is the wood of my bedroom floor. Why? Because my head is on the floor. My body is on the floor. I fell asleep on the floor! A small pool of glue is also on the floor, and my almost completely decorated wine bottle is less than a foot away. I jump to...