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December 19, 2002
Lunchtime continued. She stares at me, trying to think of something to say. I rub my tired eyes. She won’t listen to me. No one ever does. She won’t take me seriously. I know just what she is thinking. “Oh, don’t listen to her. She’s crazy.” When I’m older I will make people listen. I’ll enlighten the people who hate me now and I will make people take me seriously. But for now, I will talk until someone will take me seriously. Perhaps someone will, someday. But not today. I’ll wait until then, I suppose. How long must I wait?