Now, one thing everybody knows about me is that I cannot fight. If you asked my sister Kay whether I can handle myself in a scrap, she would throw back her head and cackle like a witch. I was hopeless. But every day I'd be rolling around on the ground with Danny Waverly, who hated me for the sole reason that I was black. I was tired of the constant scrapping. I needed to think my way out of this.
Manje, into eyodwa eyaziwa yibo bonke abantu ngami wukuthi angikwazi ukulwa. Uma ungabuza udadewethu uKay ukuthi ingabe ngingakwazi na ukuziphatha kahle uma ngingasuswa, anganqekuzisa ikhanda bese agigitheke njengomthakathi. Ngingakwazi nhlobo. Kodwa nsuku zonke ngangigingqika phansi noDanny Waverly, owayengizondela isizathu esisodwa sokuthi ngangimpisholo. Ngangikhathele ukulokhu ngisuswa. Kwakumele ngizicabangele ukuze ngiphume kulokhu.