"Just something about Via‘s school that has nothing to dowith you," said Mom.
"You‘re lying," I said.
"Excuse me?" said Mom, kind of shocked. Even Via lookedsurprised.
"I said you‘re lying!" I shouted. "You‘re lying!" I screamed atVia, getting up. "You‘re both liars! You‘re both lying to my facelike I‘m an idiot!"
"Sit down, Auggie!" said Mom, grabbing my arm.
I pulled my arm away and pointed at Via.
"You think I don‘t know what‘s going on?" I yelled. "You justdon‘t want your brand-new fancy high school friends to knowyour brother‘s a freak!"
"Auggie!" Mom yelled. "That‘s not true!"
"Stop lying to me, Mom!" I shrieked. "Stop treating me likea baby! I‘m not retarded! I know what‘s going on!"
I ran down the hallway to my room and slammed the doorbehind me so hard that I actually heard little pieces of the wallcrumble inside the door frame. Then I plopped onto my bed andpulled the covers up on top of me. I threw my pillows over mydisgusting face and then piled all my stuffed animals on top ofthe pillows, like I was inside a little cave. If I could walk aroundwith a pillow over my face all the time, I would.
I don‘t even know how I got so mad. I wasn‘t really madat the beginning of dinner. I wasn‘t even sad. But then all of asudden it all kind of just exploded out of me. I knew Via didn‘twant me to go to her stupid play. And I knew why.
I figured Mom would follow me into my room right away,
but she didn‘t. I wanted her to find me inside my cave of stuffedanimals, so I waited a little more, but even after ten minutes shestill didn‘t come in after me. I was pretty surprised. She alwayschecks on me when I‘m in my room, upset about stuff. - P218