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told himself,
they don’t matter.
But he knew that wasn’t completely true. The words themselves were only part of the problem; the worst part was what the words conveyed. They told everyone that Michael was someone who should be ridiculed, someone who should be singled out because he was … sick and repulsive. He had heard those words all his life, but each time was like the first, a jagged knife cutting through innocence. He simply didn’t know how much longer he could take it.
    “Are you all right, Mr. Howard?”
    Once again he didn’t have to turn around to know who was speaking. It was Mrs. Clyde, the head of the science department. “Yes, I …” Michael started, but when he tried to finish his sentence he didn’t know what to say. Should he tell her the truth?
I just needed a placeto hide for a few minutes.
Or
I was running away because the school bully was calling me names again.
“Yes, I’m fine.” Those were the words that finally came out of his mouth and although he knew someone as perceptive and savvy as Mrs. Clyde would not believe them, they would have to do. The first day of school was definitely getting off to a bad start. And it was only going to get worse.
       “I don’t think they teach soccer in gaytard school.”
    Michael ignored the comment, but here on the soccer field, there was no hallway for him to turn into, no empty room for him to hide in. He was exposed. He had two choices—he could act as if he didn’t hear Mauro’s comment or he could confront him. Without hesitation he chose the former. Which only meant that Mauro would continue to goad him.
    Gym class was only forty minutes, Michael reminded himself. Mauro would shortly grow tired of teasing him and move on to somebody else. He just had to deal with it for a little while longer. In the meantime maybe he could impress some of his classmates with his newfound agility as he did earlier with his impromptu wit. The esteem hadn’t lasted very long, but perhaps he was a better athlete than a comedian.
    This past summer, Michael grew three inches and as a result lost ten pounds. He was five feet ten and a lean 170 pounds. He didn’t have a six-pack and he wasn’t incredibly muscular, but he had spent many summermornings running before the sun grew too strong, so he had built up his stamina and, most exciting, he was learning how to use his body. He knew he could make an impression if he was just given the chance.
    He had to wait a while, but sure enough, with only ten minutes left to go in class, Michael got his opportunity. With the score tied, Jay Rogers, one of the best athletes in the school, had driven the ball forty yards down the field on his own. He was ten yards from the goal, but there were too many players from the other team blocking him, so he couldn’t make a clean shot. His goto guy, Bobby Z, couldn’t shake the kid who was tailing him, and the only other teammate in the free and clear was Michael.
    Kicking the ball from one foot to the other, Jay hesitated. He didn’t want to pass it on to Michael; he wasn’t reliable. And he wanted to score one more goal so he could win the first game of the new school year. But the field didn’t change; the only one who remained open was Michael and so he had no choice.
    When Michael saw Jay bring his right foot back and whack the ball in his direction, he couldn’t believe it, but it was unmistakable. The best player in school had just passed the ball to him. That’s when he decided to do something just as unbelievable; he decided to attack. Running toward the spinning ball, he deflected it off his right foot to slow it down and then kicked it farther toward the goal with his left. He ran after it and caught up with the ball just in time to spin around so his back wasin front of some Spanish kid he didn’t recognize. He paused for a moment, kicking the ball from one foot to the other to try and confuse the kid so he could move past him. Jay and the rest of the team