Face down on the bathroom floor, I wait for the bullying to end. “Hey loser, you failed again,” says the chubby kid with long blond hair. Another kick, followed by nervous laughter from his cronies. He pulls me up by my collar and looks me in the eyes. I stare back.
His name suddenly pops into my head: Rob. That’s why he looks familiar; he’s also in the resource room. I smile. He tilts his head and looks at me confused. “You’re gonna be in third grade forever!” he says with broken bravado. I’m not sure if the words are meant to scare me or if he is just voicing his own fears. He pushes me down again and turns around. Just like that, he leaves, his followers shuffling closely behind. On to torment the next special education ...