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| artwork by Natali Koromoto |
They hated me, and I hated them. There were a few I could charm and manipulate onto my good side, but it never lasted long because I was terror, school bored me, and I enjoyed acting out. Third grade was particularly horrendous. There was this one girl, Natasha, who I truly could not stand for the simple fact that she was an ugly bully. She'd gotten kept back so she was a little bigger than us.
Back in 1993 I was a knobby-kneed toothpick. But every single time Natasha started with me I went right up to her and raised my fist high.
