Wednesday
"Hey, Don?" Leo asks. I quickly close my computer as Leo turns the corner and taps my door. He looks at me curiously, "What are you working on?"
"Oh you know," I shrug, "Projects and stuff. Why? What's up?"
He stares at me for another second before shrugging my behavior away, "Mikey says dinner is almost ready."
"Oh," I nod, "Yeah, okay." As he starts to leave, I stop him, "Hey Leo?"
"Yeah?" he comes back slightly, peaking around the door edge.
I want to tell him. I really do. Sometimes it hurts, but I know better. I just can't make myself tell him, "Um…I'm actually not all that hungry," I say instead, "And I've still got a lot of work to do, so I'm just going to skip it. Tell Mikey thanks for me, though?" I'm such a wimp.
"Yeah…" he says slowly, "Sure."
I turn back to my desk and write random words on my sketch pad so he'll think I'm occupied. When I finally hear him leave, I let out a sigh, glancing at my computer. No. I won't look again. It's stupid. They're just trying to get on my nerves. They're being mean. Trying to get a rise. That's it. Still…I find myself reaching over and turning my computer on again.
Because I didn't sign out, the same webpage as before appears again. I scroll through the various comments. Some strike me as particularly harsh, but others make me laugh. Seriously, have any of these guys heard of spell check? I laugh, reading through them. One says, "Why don't you get your head out of your butt?" I laugh for a whole minute just thinking about the possibilities on how to achieve getting my head there in the first place. These people must really believe in my athletic abilities.
Shaking my head and grinning a little, I exit the tab. I enter into a discussion board. At least when I'm criticized here, the comments are built on scientific facts. And are less judgy. And have better grammar. And spelling. Not to mention a no bullying policy.