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"The bus picks up students in groups of four or five. As they walk down the aisle, people who were my middle-school lab partners or gym buddies glare at me. I close my eyes. This is what i've been dreading. As we leave the last bus stop, I  am the only person sitting alone"(anderson 3)

_{^{Text Evidence:}}  “You don't understand, my head voice answers. Too bad they can't hear it. My throat squeezes shut, as if two hands of black fingernails  are clamped  on my windpipe. I have worked so hard to forget every second of that stupid party, and here I am in the middle of a hostile crowd that hates me for what I had to do. I can't tell them what happened.”
(Anderson 28)

_{^{Text Evidence:}} I know my head isn't screwed on straight. I want  go leave, transfer, warp myself to another galaxy. I want to confess everything, ,hand over the guilt and mistake and anger to someone else. There is  a beats in my gut, I can hear it scraping away at the inside of my ribs. Even if I dumped the memory, it will stay with me, staining me.”
(Anderson 51)