They’ll mean well, and they care about you, but in some ways they’re as awkward as you are, as uncertain what to do with your messy emotions (and Christ, are they messy) as you are. You’re not old enough, and neither are they. None.), wishing you could use your intellect and general good will to override the anger and hatred and vitriol. And you’ll be so goddamned passive (everything in that last sentence was done to you, enacted upon you) when all that’s happening, so uncertain of how much is your fault (just so you know: none of it is. You’ll be bullied, hit in hallways, pushed in lockers, have your lunch spit in, your backpack ripped, your glasses broken. And you’re not the only one feeling that way.) Those people will make fun of you a great deal, and worse. (You think it’s most of them, but you’re wrong there. You like people, but they don’t always like you-or at least some of them. You know as well as I do how out of step you often feel these days, gangly and uncomfortable in your own skin, a book-lover and game-player and role-playing enthusiast and all the other things which are the opposite of popularity-producing. In fact, in a lot of ways they’re going to be brutal. I would be lying if I told you the months ahead are going to be easy. But I’ve got perspective now, perspective you don’t yet have, and God knows you could use some. You’ve never liked or trusted those they’re treacherous, and too often they’ve been empty promises, or outright lies. I wanted to send you.well, not a pep talk, exactly. So you’ve just turned fourteen, and you’ve just entered your freshman year of high school.
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