Cameron asked as he sat down at the lunch table with me. Antonio had decided to take Sofia to Subway for lunch rather than having to endure the cafeteria food again. Since it was free for me to eat as a counselor in the program, I planned on eating every meal in the cafeteria regardless of how edible—or inedible—it appeared to be. “Ready for what?” I asked, even though I had an idea what he meant: the speech to the kids about bullying. He raised an eyebrow. “Seriously?” I sighed. “No, I’m not ready yet.” “Well, you’d better get ready.” My eyes narrowed. “You are not planning to do what I think you’re planning to do.” “I am.” “Please don’t.” Cameron turned to face me. “Look at me.” I put my fork down and looked into Cameron’s eyes.
