Chapter 7

With my nails, untrimmed for days, digging into my palm, I clenched the strap of my backpack.

It stung, but for a moment, I barely felt a thing.

I remembered how I got into a fight with a classmate at the beginning of last month.

That was the last time the teacher called my mom.

She'd finally had enough and ranted to my mom about how much trouble I caused at school.

She told my mom how I'd sneak out over the wall, ditch class, and mess with my classmates.

She even mentioned how I'd get into fights with street…