The Splendid Baron Submarine

The Splendid Baron Submarine — page 3
But it’s not fiction I interrupted her What I said was the absolute truth And I can prove it I heard the rest of the students begin to whisper and giggle to their friends They always whispered to their friends whenever I talked about my family It used to bother me when they’d do that In fact sometimes I’d whisper along with them so I wouldn’t feel left out I’d look around and whisper long words like hasenpfeffer and sousaphone so it would seem like I had friends in class too But now I’ve sort of gotten used to the whispers as well as the names they call me and the scorpions they hide in my lunch box and the hot coals they slip into my trousers and the kid who sits behind me who occasionally decides to give me a haircut without me asking for one I suppose you can get used to just about anything if you deal with it for long enough Except maybe the hot coals I’m still not too fond of them You cannot prove a single word of your story Miss