Already she’d earned the nicknames “Sir-Limps-A-Lot” (which didn’t make much sense considering her gender), “The Gimp,” and “Crippled Cow.” The cow part, of course, was for the fact that she’d gained a bit of weight since the accident. Something that was somewhat inevitable when you combined the burgeoning hormones of a thirteen-year-old and her limited ability.
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“Oh you know, Vicky Besset told everyone in history class that I walk funny because I used to weigh three hundred pounds and broke my ankles. Now I hear ‘Crippled Cow’ everywhere I go.” The girl said all this as breezily as possible, trying hard to hide the shame and embarrassment that was ripping her apart.
"This book fucking sucks and the writing is terrible." <<< Not bullying.
It's really not that difficult to understand, I promise.
As for this book, I'm still waiting to get into it. The first person is tedious and you know how I hate POV changes (this between first and third limited to Ellie, so far). Hopefully it'll get interesting soon. — 11%