Disclaimer: I don't own KND.

Welcome back to my continuing series of EYEs. The truth behind it all. (AH, a deep Numbuh 2 pun, help me!)

Thanks to all my reviewers. You've made me feel more passionate about these stories (and thus more lengthy). Thanks especially: damien (no real Pov, just a narrative), DanniB, lilyqueen777, JillRG, and ActionGal07!

This chappie was kinda based off of my life as a second/third grader. I was really fat in third grade. And I was always made fun of as a nerd in second and third grade… so yeah. I got over it (sorta).

Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

Numbuh 2

I sit in the library preparing the report I have to give in class mex tMonday. The report itself is already done, but I need something to spice it up. I'm thinking something along the lines of a few detailed diagrams and ROTFLMAO jokes.

Yeah, I know you think my jokes are lame. But that's only because I KNOW that my jokes are lame. I intend them to be. And every time one of my friends (or enemies) reprimands me for it, I continue to laugh. Cause you see, the jokes aren't really there to be funny.

You may be wondering "Why wouldn't Hoagie intend his jokes to be funny?" Honestly, who in their right mind would create jokes to be pieces of crap? But, you see, I'm not in my right mind (I'm in my left! –oh there I go again). They're really there just to mask my other insecurities.

You see, when I was in second grade, I was always made fun of. I remember there was this big mean bully- Lawson, I think was his name- that made fun of me because I was fat. Every day at lunch he would come up to me and say "You better stop eating, Hoagie, you're already too FAT! BlubberBoy! BlubberBoy!" Every day without fail.

Could you imagine how sick you would be of that? Some of you probably do live life like that and I feel your sympathies. I empathize with you.

Third grade, I received my first pair of goggles. I got them from Daddy. I thought they were the coolest things in the world. I wore them to picture day, formals, everywhere. But the most memorable day (not necessarily positively) was my first day of school.

I had my goggles on that morning. I was going to show up Lawson and his cronies because with my goggles, I was cool. I wasn't the bumbling fat kid. I was the cool fat kid. And fat or not, with these glasses I would dominate.

Unfortunately for me, things did not go as planned. Immediately as I got to school, I heard Lawson say, "Hey look guys, is that a giant fish coming this way. Hoagie looks like a giant fish!" He puffed his cheeks to look fatter and went glub, glub.

I started crying, right then and there. I didn't care if anyone could see me. And then I looked around. They didn't. Lawson wasn't teasing me about crying. I rushed to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. It didn't look like I was crying. The goggles had masked it all up.

The symbolic goggles gave me confidence. They gave me a reason not to cry. Lawson never appeared scared me from then on. He could never see my emotion past my goggles. But that didn't mean those comments still didn't hurt.

He still bullies me today, calling me "fat nerd," and "wart-hog" due to a newly found splotch of pimples and freckles. But he sees that they don't affect me while I hide under my shaded goggles.

Do you now understand the purpose of my jokes and my goggles? They're there to mask my flaws- the flaws that America deems so purely evil and unworthy. So everytime I crack a joke, my mouth may be laughing, but someone just might see that my eyes are crying.

This one was worse than Numbuh 1's. Don't worry, sorrowed fans, Numbuh 4's will be a lot better. A lot better. Reviews, not regrets.