I glanced back to see where the words came from. The kid was staring straight at me.
“No, I’m not,” I replied.
I had just taken my seat on the bus the first day of attending a new school. Twelve years old, and going into the seventh grade, this was a day I had been dreading. It was not easy to be around new people. Now this.
The kid who spoke appeared to be a couple years older than me, and kept staring accusingly. He wasn’t backing down.