What do you think of normal?
The teacher put him by the door in the front of the classroom on the end of the row and at the beginning of the first row. He liked it there because he was surrounded by girls and he could concentrate. But he managed to find something else to preoccupy his interest. His pencil. His itchy tag on his t-shirt collar. The blackboard. Anything could distract him from the lesson on fractions.
When he got into the lunch line, he was by himself. They were his buddies when they were younger. Now they couldn't even save a seat for him at their lunch table. At recess he walked around by himself, imagining himself to be the invisible kid or the chameleon kid, blending into the bricks of the building.
They used to talk to him and include him. Now he walked home alone.
Whatever happened to normal?
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