The Bully And Me
or so he says.
But I can't tell Cindy that, so I gather every bit of courage that I can find and puff out my chest, "Don't judge a book by its cover. I'm not always quiet, and there is more to me than meets the eye."
After speaking, an uncomfortable silence falls, and I stare down at the ground while my heart pounds so fast I fear it might punch its way out of my chest. This is the first time I've ever stood up for my chance. I'm proud but also...terrified—what if I sounded ridiculous right now?