I’ll never forget the first time I saw him hurt someone else because of me. I’d only been living in Kissler for a few months. I didn’t know anyone other than Hendrix; I didn’t have any friends. Anyway, I’d just started the third grade when a boy named Ty Jacobs, who was a bully to everyone, stole my lunch money out of my desk. I saw him do it, even confronted him about it, but he only laughed in my face.
