Im standing in front of bluford high school, blood on my elbows,.gash on my head. My ribs feel cracked. The school is crowded, and im three hours late. I wish i.could cut again. Ms. Spencer , our school principal , will bust me for sure if i go in now. Shes heard enough from the other teachers about me, kashmir Meeks, the dangerous kid from the barrio who used to go to zamora high. Last time i was in her office, she just stared at me,.judging me, her eyes beaming like a cops spotlight. Whats the problem between you and maria montes? She asked. ''nothin;'' I said. Even though I hate the kid, i aint a rat. She crossed her arms and sighed, still looking at.me as if i was some kind a puzzle. I could see she was losing patience. I dont blame her. I aint easy to deal with still, I stared back at her until she forced to look away. You people who.scare me street. I dont run from anyone
