“On the first step, I stomp because I have to meet Max. . . . On the second, because I’m going to have to sit down at a table and eat dinner with him. . . . On the third, because my mother is making me do this. . . . On the fourth, because my father isn’t here to see what’s happening and get back together with my mother. . . . . . I stomp with both of my feet on the fifth step because my parents have changed my life without my permission. . . . I stomp up the rest of the way because I know it will really annoy my mother and because my feet just want to stomp. Then I slam my door. My hands just want to slam. I throw my knapsack on the bed and then I throw myself on the bed. I lie on my bed and think about Max. I just know I’m going to hate him. I bet he looks like a gorillahead . . . or probably a gorillabutt. I bet he’s gross-looking, with hairs growing out of his nose and ears, and I bet that he smokes cigarettes and belches and blows his nose in the dinner napkin and then puts the na...pkin on the table . . . and I bet he hates nine-year-old girls.MoreLessShow More Show Less
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