I’m with the band. Well, I WAS with the band. Until they broke up. Now, I’m just a nobody again. Not that I was ever really a somebody, but when you’re with the band you’re suddenly more popular than you realized you wanted to be.
“Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.” The old nursery rhyme played over and over in her mind as the barrage of insults kept coming. For hours she had sat in a stony silence with tears streaming down her face and reciting the rhyme to herself.
“My nose itches. I smell peaches. Yonder comes a man with a hole in his breeches.”