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He does not blame Tony for trying to hurt him. Or the others for laughing at him. Who he blames is his mother, the one who'd read to him about faerie dances, changelings, enchantments and marvelous hidden worlds. If only, during that fateful day in second grade, he had drawn soldiers or superheroes instead of butterflies turning into faeries and moths turning into dark elves. He had been stupid. And ignorant, having been home schooled in first grade and kindergarten. Sometimes he wishes he could be home schooled again. His mother is working now, though, and doesn't have time to teach him.
Now he can feel Tony writing something on the back of his shirt, probably the word, "FAG," in big tall letters. He will need to spend all of recess scrubbing it off with water and soap. Even if it doesn't come out, he can maybe turn the letters into an unreadable smear.
That way his mother will never know what a stupid loser he is at school.