Weird sensations plagued me. When I walked, the floor seemed to float under me, knocking me off balance. Bright yellow splotches appeared in my vision, and my head always seemed too heavy...

In spite of high technology, race hate and age hate are well practiced in a public school setting...

She always sat in the back of the bus by herself. She walked the halls alone; she ate alone, and she was lonely all the time even though her school had over a thousand students. She was quiet in class, and when the teacher talked to her, she never answered and would cast her eyes downward. Most students scowled at her in passing and made her feel like she didn’t belong there...

People write books because of injustices.