“There isn’t anything wrong with being comfortable with whom you are. I mean, it would seem to me that you have more confidence than anyone at this school. You’re allowed to be confident. Hell, I wish I was half as confident as you are.” She said just before she took a swig from the bottle again. “I know all about being called names. Trust me. All through high school I was ‘firecrotch’, which you have since adopted. Middle school, I was ginge, and elementary school I was called freckles mcgee.” She said looking at the floor. “Words hurt, and sometimes, well; the things that others say become worse and worse. I mean, I’m not going to divulge into my whole past, because I know you don’t care, but some things that were said to me, they stick.” She said as she looked down again. “It’s fine, I like hearing you talk. It’s good to get to know you,” she added with a laugh.
“I know about names. It isn’t fun. Lugging around a cello makes you a target. You’ve just. You’ve gotta learn to deal with it because the people saying these things? They don’t mean shit.” Another shrug and a sigh, “It’s not that I don’t care— it’s just that you’re a girl and girls… Girls are just. That’s what they are. Just. Blank.” William threw himself back onto the bed and pillow, “Thing stick but you gotta just. Just pull that shit off and keep your head held high. It doesn’t phase me when people call me a dick or when I was made fun of for playing the cello by the kids who thought guitars and pot were cool.”