The smell. It was hovering the room and filling it up. It was just plain old nasty. Worse than Berty Borr's armpits? Naw... his was the clear winner.

Livvy watched as Lucy ran out of the classroom, crying. And for a moment, the girl pitied her and wondered if she should run out to get her and help comfort her. But she figured that she shouldn't add on to the humiliation. Let the girl be alone, right? That's what they always said.

Finally taking her seat once more, Livvy settled in, leaning her chair farther and farther away from the smelly... stinky... gross... Berty Borr.

But oh gawd. AW MAN!

That guy was just spewing vomit all over the place!

Livvy leaned her chair farther and farther away as she attempted to dodge the spews of vomit flying from the man's mouth and her hands flew up to her face. Seriously? Seriously? What sort of class WAS this? Quickly, she looked around her body, checking to see if she had any vomit on her. UGH. Her clothes. Her POOR clothes.