TO THE RESCUE: You two guys, get out. \ Felix, I’ll get you right, quick. \ How did this happen? (Artwork and haiku by the author)

Felix was my classmate from sixth through eighth and throughout high school in Cambridge. After seven years together, I regret to say that no student really liked Felix. Every day, he wore black pants and a light-colored business shirt. He kept to himself, never socialized or made friends. I don’t think any schoolmate ever had a real conversation with him. Frankly, we considered him weird. Who were we to say? 

We all had qualified for placement in the city’s Academically Talented program

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