Hiding under a spiral stair case in the green room of the little theatre, I just sat there. I held my head while it throbbed from the overload of negative information its cognition was taking in...the basketball players who smirked mockingly at my big-boned yet scrawny figure, the student council/cheerleader girls who looked over their shoulders in my direction, and whisper a rumor about me--something about me being a pedophile, or starting a hate group ...