´A block away?µ he called back. ´Why would you possibly want to walk when Ican drop you right at the front of the school?µI started thinking that mom was right about that whole dead brain cell thing.
ad stopped the truck directly in front of the school, where throngs of kids were heading toward the front doors.I jumped out of the back of the truck. I didn·t have the courage to let anybody see me saying goodbye to my parents. I started for the long walkway that led towardthe doors, trying to blend quickly with the other kids.For a second, I thought I would be all right. I got the warm cozy feeling youget when you·re surrounded by your peers, so that you lose your individuality andbecome just one anonymous face in the crowd. Then I heard my dad calling from behind me.´SARAH!«SARAH!«SARAH!«µ I shuttered. Although I didn·t want to,I looked back over my shoulder.
ad was standing on the running board, peering over the roof of the truck, and waving his arm back and forth like somebody stranded on a desert island trying tosignal a rescue plane. I could see mom sitting in the passenger seat. She was looking out the side window, a strange smile on her face. Although I couldn·t see her hands, Iknew they were still working the knitting needles.´SARAH!«SAAAAR-RAAAH!µI thought I was all right. Mine was a medium-sized country high school; theremust have about thirty other girls named Sarah. I hugged my backpack to my chest,and keep heading for the doors. The kids around me started to look back over their shoulders. I looked back,too, just one in a crowd who was wondering,
ho in the heck are those people anyway?
Atthat moment, I saw my parents through the eyes of the other kids: they looked likeForrest Gump and Madame