I was a normal kid once. No way! I was never normal. But at least I could fake it. Until those test scores came is a the got miled to de Frelboyne class. The math whizzes and spastic dancers - prime targets for rejection, humilia-tion, and school bullies. Every morning, after l've pushed my older brother, Reese, and my little brother, Dewey, out of the way, llook at myself in the bathroom mirror. Do I see a genius? Hardly. Do I see a supernerd? I hope not. I see me. A kid in the middle of four brothers, a mom, and a dad. I know what the test scores and school counselors said, but I don't feel any different. I mean, I like video games. Like the Kind where you can blast stuff into digital bits. I like any day when theres no school.