The day resumed with platitudinous sentences being repeatedly mumbled to himself. "What am I doing here? What am I living for? Who cares for me...?"
<Tab/>"Is that freak staring at me again? What is his problem?" Russell whispered to his pals.
<Tab/>Even though David was off in his own little world on the other side of the room, he had overheard that rude comment. He wasn't looking at Russell; he was merely staring at a blank space that was in that direction. Avoiding any trouble, David turned towards the window and gazed mindlessly at the old maple tree. He tri…
