I love school and I'm told that that is a bad thing. I say *told* but they are not the type of kids that use words, but fists and spit and wedgies.
They call me Hog Body because I am fat and that too is a bad thing. They are bigger than me, but not fat. They're bigger as in older, they're in seventh grade and they tower over me like elephants.
I am just a third-grader and they make me cry and bleed and they broke my nose one time.
When I'm alone in my room, reading, and fantasizing about standing up to them I call them *the Elephants* and I, Hog Body, win the battle with the things I've learned in school.
I love history the most. Hannibal used elephants in war, I learned that in history class.
But Hannibal's enemies had pigs, and they learned that if you covered a pig in fat and set them on fire they made the elephants freak out and then the elephants got set on fire too and they died.
Mommy's drunk and daddy's gone and I have matches and I cook for mommy when she's drunk sometimes so I have oil from the kitchen and I'm at school now. Ms.
Adams asks why I'm in their classroom and then she screams. I smell like bacon as I run towards the Elephants.