Soon I noticed that all the other kids, about twenty of them, were standing around in a circle with me in the center. They were all watching me rant. Just watching, with blank faces. I got more worked up and yelled louder, trying to get them to understand. I began crying with the frustration, but they just stared at me.

I stopped yelling and looked around the circle. Some of them were smiling, sort of half-chuckling at me. My gaze settled on my friend Paul. Without warning, my anger overflowed and I rushed at him. I knocked him to the ground and started punching him.