Adults ask me sometimes why I don't have birthday parties. They look at me the same way one does when seeing faeces. The furrow of the eyebrow. The slight downturn of their mouth. They are concerned and worried for me. I don't know why.126Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqcQVxESRBg
My shoes make a funny sound against the carpet. When I put my weight on them, they squeak like a mouse and little creases appear along the seams of them. Then I put my heel down and they give this sound. Reminds me of the exhale of breath. I watch my shoes with fascinated vigour, paying attention to the dubious-looking laces precariously tucked into the seams as Mum says that I can't do laces yet even though I'm a big girl now. I'm only 13. Big girls are supposed to be 18. Legally. Some mums say that girls became big girls when they get their menstruation cycle. We have learnt about periods in school. I think the term 'big girl' is very stupid. Makes me sound like a baby. A lot of people talk to like I'm a baby, like I'm broken. I get me and you are different but I am not stupid.126Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3Ma3Au492g
I may not understand things the way you do or communicate the way you do but I am not stupid. 126Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZoa2Hx1sPL
"Riley, you in there?" my mum says in that irritated way of hers. I look up at her, gazing at her nose. Eye contact makes me feel wrong. It creates a swirly feeing in my stomach. Mum doesn't mind. Teachers do, teachers get very, very angry when I don't look at them. 126Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2X5X7asdFl
Perhaps in some universe, I am sitting in the headteacher's office for making a teacher mad instead of hitting a boy. 126Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡW77zhE0Oec
I watch the teacher as he launches into a long monologue about 'misbehaviour' and 'troubled kids'. I stare at his beard, not liking the way the hair ruffle about when he breathes. 126Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQTY3AW8Wh3
I admire the carpet, an action I have seen repeated by many kids when they are in trouble and don't want to seem rude. The carpet is a deep crimson red, not dark enough to blood but dark enough to not be ruby red. There are gold sparkles on it, like stars and I can see that the embroidery has fixed a fuzzy texture onto the rug. I fight the urge to bend down and stroke it gently. Mum and Mr Rode are already angry enough at me because I punched Tony Rode in the playground yesterday. I did it because he was bullying me and him and his friends were saying I was a 'speccy fag who should go kill myself'. I didn't understand what he meant by that but I felt upset because it's not very nice to tell someone they should die so I hit him. It wasn't supposed to be hard.126Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrSb2uxn5Pg
I wish I had a friend to hold him back. (I wish I had a friend at all.)126Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8J4bOL377O
"Riley, why did you hit Tony?" says Mum. I glance between her and Mr Rode. Mr Rode has one of those expressions adults get when they are trying to keep their temper in so they plaster a smile on their face and make their eyes too bright. I keep forgetting that Tony is Mr Rode's son and that will probably make him a bit more mad. 126Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQEN5XiwjkYHe called me names and told me to die.126Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡl15FhzhKrc
"I was angry." I mutter, my eyes fixed on my shoes. Mum tuts and Mr Rode breathes in and out really heavily through his nose.126Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkqRWqXzujX
"Riley, darling, we really need you to be honest. Why were you angry, can you tell me that, hm?" 126Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvM9fOgxeSM
"I was feeling terrible overstimulated lonely depressed mad. I said this already." I reply. I felt very stiff and my heartbeat felt very loud. 126Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1ykwr2TXQL
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Mr Rode cracks his knuckles and clasps his hands together on the desk, staring me down with serious, dark eyes. I finally draw my gaze to meet him and my headteacher wants to kill me.126Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAzdCZLEDyh
"Tony is my kid and I got home to him last night to see him with a broken nose. We will have to take him to the doctor and doctors are expensive, Riley. You wouldn't want us spending our money on your mistake, would you? If you don't want me to sue you for the bills, would you?"126Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡu1k9tKAnmQ
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My mother takes in a sharp breath beside me. We don't have large amounts of money and we are getting by fine but getting sued would be not be good. I want to punch Mr Rode for making Mum sad. I feel upset that Mr Rode is making Mum sad. 126Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkFrzlT5a6e
"Pumpkin," begins Mum, stroking my shoulder, "we won't be mad once you tell us the truth. Did Tony say something to you to make you want to hit him?" 126Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1m2I9gSikC
They are speaking to me like I am a baby again. I feel that familiar rage boil up inside of me again. A hot, searing burn churns in my stomach and I clench my fist.126Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡz23VNv5ngZ
"I would punch Tony again. I do regret hitting your son, Mr Rode but he deserved it." My words cut short and I swallow. This happens sometimes.126Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ20tteCx7Hp
I just-can't talk. When I'm getting stressed or angry, my words clog in my throat and I want to scream but I can't so I just tap my throat and glance at Mum, praying she will understand. Mummy, get me out of here. 126Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqJXe2elH1Y
"But what, Riley? But what?" Mr Rode's voice hardens and I grit my teeth and I moan and curl up and I hit my fists against my head and I squeal and I can't talk and I can't speak and I am on the other side of the glass panel and they can't hear me. 126Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡibU7gEpyH2
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