“Man, that Hosea kid is just weird.”
“Yeah. What’s up with him being so quiet all the time?”
“He probably thinks he’s better than us.”
“Are all those people from Maryland like this?”
Those were the whispers that I heard behind my back which I tried to ignore. I didn’t want to rock the boat by arguing against them. Besides, it’s not like me being quiet got me in trouble or allowed me to get less than a B in my classes.
Although it certainly didn’t hurt if I had some more people to talk to that weren’t from here.
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