Some of your friends crowded me in earlier while you weren't there.

They saw and took the deadlined papers I have to turn in today. For the classes I've missed.

I didn't fight back. I just kept quiet. People like quiet, I like quiet, you like quiet.

I spend the day picking up and gluing the ripped and crumpled pieces of paper they threw at me — the ones that'll help me keep my potential scholarship once I graduate.

I think I'm failing.