[bluebird]

last one

New kid on the block. Waddup. New school. Holla. The teacher who told me to quit slouching, pretending to pick my nose while the class erupted in laughter, and introduce myself properly. Ok. "Good. Now have a seat, Pete," she said. "Every morning we'll start our day with a smile in the mirror. Remember to always smile, and remember to make others smile too."

During lunch, I noticed a table with a kid with a huge red nose. "Oh him? He's R-R-Ru-Rudolph" said my classmate, Jam. "You should go say hi."
"Hey R-R-Ru-Rudolph." I yelled and waved across the table. He smiled and gave a small wave. The whole table snickered and laughed. "Why is he called that?" "Becuz he can't speak right and I mean, just look at him lololol."

To laugh and make others laugh, isn't that what clowns do? Rudolph smiled every time we called him, and we gave smiles back. This semester he was suddenly gone, transferred. The teacher who didn't notice Ryan's nose being slightly redder and damp with snot especially after lunch, my classmates who went with the flow of things, and the new kid who didn't know any better. There are exactly twenty-eight clowns that I've counted over the whole time I've been here, but this is the first I've seen one that isn't smiling. The mirror at the beginning of the classroom reflected me, and the sickening feeling that I was a clown no different from them.