Story 98

Walking home from the bus stop after school at age 12 or so with, as usual, frizzy hair tied back, glasses (which I've worn permanently since I was 10) and a rucksack full of school books. An older boy I didn't know passed me and shouted in my face, 'You're a bit of a geek, aren't you four eyes!'. Over half a lifetime ago I still remember it.