EMILY WILSON

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It's been a few weeks, and the jokes aren't as bad as they were before. Most everyone is leaving Grayson alone now.

We're in Language Arts now, and he sits next to me in that class, too. Mrs. Rogers is talking about genres, and Grayson leans over.

"Aren't myth and folk tale the same thing?" He whispers, his warm breath tickling my cheek.

"No. Myths would explain why the sun rises, and folk tale usually uses animals, while myths use people."

"Oh, ok. Thanks."

I nodded slightly, and though Mrs. Rogers was still talking, I couldn't focus on her.

My eyes kept drifting to Grayson, his gaze turned towards the board, his fingers twitching ever so slightly. I wasn't sure what was happening.

Uh oh.