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"My fault? MY FAULT?! Oh, okay. So, you're saying that it's MY fault that you can't remember anything or study for a test efficiently or do anything right. Okay. Sure. I'll take that blame on my gargantuan shoulders."
I can't do anything. Anything. I can't even kick a freakin' rubber ball.
She stood there, scuffling her feet, trying to disappear into the asphalt.
"Katie."
A pity choice. That team doesn't actually want me.
The radar spins... blinking... searching... for me. There is no hiding, only a hope that the bleep that I cause goes unnoticed. That nobody notices the change in the sweep, in the green and black void and constancy. That the big eyes ignores me and lets me continue to just bleep for another day.