Its torture watching Lucky and Amy walk in with their guys—I start talking to myself while swaying back and forth. “Real flesh, real flesh, why can’t Daniel have real flesh?”The bell breaks me from what feels like a spell and I toss my backpack over my shoulder and head to class. There’s no one around—exactly what I want. I hike my hood over mangled hair and avoid eye contact with anyone left in the hallways. I’ve never sat in the back of Mr. Stevens’s class, but today that all changes. I don’t want to be here. As I take a seat, Krystal’s green eyes are examining me. It’s obvious she’s trying to tell me to move without saying a word. She’s used to me sitting up front, away from her and now she’s all pissed that I’m interrupting her regularly scheduled programming. My eyes are raw—red from the outside in. I turn toward her with a deep booming voice, “BOO!” She nearly falls off the top of her desk and takes a seat the correct way. People quickly turn around to see what’s going on.
