Chapter 1
GETTING RUN OVER


When I woke up and kicked the covers off, I moved my legs back and forth in the air like superpowered scissors. I did this because I needed to get my blood moving. I needed to move my blood from my legs to my head so that when I stood up, I wouldn't get light-headed. My mom and dad thought that the reason I got light-headed was because I had low blood sugar. They said I was hypoglycemic.

You might think that someone with low blood sugar would be allowed to eat a lot of sugar. But I wasn't that lucky. When I felt shaky, I had to eat cheese. My parents said that I had to eat every three hours to keep my blood sugar levels stable. This meant that I had to carry extra food with me to school in a cooler.

I was the only student at Rocky Mountain Elementary School who was allowed to eat during class. I could open up my cooler and pull out a ham sandwich right at my desk whenever I wanted. And I did.

You might be thinking that I was a pretty fat fourth grader, but I wasn't. I weighed less than sixty pounds. Five of those pounds were from my hair. I was very lucky. I didn't have long, stringy hair like Polly Clausen or Gracie Clop. I had movie-star hair. It was thick, caramel brown, and beautiful.

When I walked outside on a sunny day, the sun bounced off my hair, making every strand shine like gold. It's a really good thing that I had great hair, because it helped camouflage my head. Some people thought it was big. And they enjoyed pointing this out. You might think that a big head of hair drew more attention to a big head.

Well, it did. But when people said some mean thing like "Hey, soccer-ball head," or "Why do you have a blimp attac...