Three Years of Hurt — The Eighth Grade Routine

kill her. I should before the flower shop closes. See you tomorrow, Eli. See you That's the last of the chain rule variations, mid-term format from here Can I ask you a question? Shoot. Why me? What? You heard me. Out of everyone in this entire higher school. Why was it always me? It's stupid. Tell me. Tell me anyway. You showed up in eighth

grade. Second period, you sat in the back and just looked small. Danny Marsh and his grig planning to jump you at lunch. You'd been there six hours. I was the biggest kid in the year, so. I got there first. Nobody messes with someone else's target. So you bullied me for three to protect me? It got out of hand. But why did you care so much if I got bullied or

I just wanted to get to know you. How does that make any sense in your head? It doesn't. It became the routine, Eli.

After a while, I didn't know how else to get your attention. That is the most psycho thing I've ever heard! You could have just tried talking to me like a normal person! I was 14. I didn't know how to.

At least Danny Marsh never touched you. Neither did anyone else. You made my life very hard. And I would understand if you were an equal opportunity bully, but you never did to anyone Because I didn't care about anyone else.