I was almost afraid to pull the notebook out,
but I finally did
(it’s just a notebook; it won’t hurt me),
and I saw my name
written all over it.
My real name.
With insults attached.
Someone had drawn a crude picture of me
with all my features exaggerated
and cartoonish—a caricature
so silly that I almost laughed.
The hall was as silent as if someone
had pushed mute.
Maddy and Amanda
emerged from around a corner.
I wanted to cram myself into my locker.