Chapter 8 SERGE i kicked a loose pebble on my walk home after school wishing that I’d spoken up at lunch Or in class Or around school If I had people would know who I was and was not by now But instead with no other impression made I’d forever be known as the new kid who needed Josie to defend him I might as well have poured sweet nectar on myself and let the bully bees swarm Passing so many unfamiliar faces 1
on the street reminded me that other than my family I had no one here Just a month ago I was still on the Mother Isles I couldn’t walk down a road without people honking hello There I’d been Serge the drummer the devoted grandson the dreamer Here I was the new kid the boy with the weird accent Josie’s pet project I suddenly felt like I was being watched I stopped and looked behind me but no one was there I took a few more steps and heard rustling again Meow Mimi stepped out from behind a row of hedges 3
