3

                                    

                                          
I've finally gotten used to you guys hitting me. 
                          
I know the routine. 
                          
Before school you insult me. 
                          
Before and after English you, and only you, hit me. 
                          
During lunch you taunt me. 
                          
After science your girlfriend hits me. 
                          
Then after school all of you hit me.
                          
I walk home and see my mother with a guy. 
                          
He stops to look at me. "Hello you must be Summer?" He says nicely. 
                          
I look at my mom. She's glaring. 
                          
I know the routine. 
                          
"Yes. But. I don't prefer to be talked too. Treat my mother with respect. Don't think about me or anything. I am a nobody." I say. 
                          
My mom smiles at me. He nods.