That afternoon class has melted, the small crowd rushed out and play like swarm of bees. But instead of running home quickly, they clustered in three groups clustered to small to rough. The reason is simple. We're paying attention to them. They look at me with eyes hidden disdain and cruel heart of a child. Previously, when not in school, the kids did not care about you because they have never played with me. The children pay attention to you for a little fun, a little curiosity of the kids. Led by big boy with no face enough, they clustered together whispering Ru, to repeat a single sentence, "You guys know that kid is not? It was that lame.

She's six years old, pale and timid. My clumsy gestures awkward to play offense. Home from school, my ears filled with words kids hear murmuring, constantly pointing. We track sly footsteps fear, my limp. By game teaser hurt fellow children's bluff, we anticipate the following pick, put them in the middle surrounded with delight. I just stood scapegoat, just amazed, bewildered fear just do not know what they want. I blushed bowed to the ground. Name the most fat filled face, nodded: - We now know, this kid that lame!

Suddenly the whole crowd was silent as the kids sheets. Kids silent before extraordinary event unlike this one. They see you as a strange alien creatures. We feel stupid for not ever know it. I would like as sun stood planted. I'm confused. Tears threatened to overflow, you miserable but do not know what to do. I want to open my mouth, but did not say anything to the kids. Obviously can not deny that terrible things. I really lame, I remained silent. Kids laughing and also proved extremely interesting as a new discovery. Flood Boundary children cheered. Then rascal flood flowed teasing me. Name sharks face suddenly filled his eyes rolled tongue: - The lame!