You want me to quit skating, go to college, make some friends my own age, get a boyfriend, and act nice all the time. That's what you want me to do. Well, maybe I don't want to be like everybody else. For the first time in months, Sonja was actually communicating. Sonja sunk into the couch.
Normal people are really just a bunch of phoneys.
They'll act nice and polite, but as soon as you leave the room they make fun of you. Some of them don't even wait that long. I could hear them whispering and laughing. It's the same thing backstage at competitions. Every time I get sick, there are at least a dozen people staring at me.