I jump back as a flash of orange smacks me in the face; I fall hard to the pavement. My knees in pain, blood runs down my leg, as I start to make my way back home. I look back to see that Jimmy kid in that bright orange sweater, smirking and waving as I walk away. The last time that kid waved at me, it was more of a death threat than a goodbye. I'm like a little tortoise, hiding in my shell as the other kids act like evil little funny alligators. And that's how it began.