They put you in a special class, and call you gifted as if that solved anything. It never does. For one hour a day, you practice everything you've learned how to hide in the classroom. Then they throw you out into the playground to play dodge-ball and scream when you're hit too hard which you never are, since you learned long ago that the point of the game isn't to play it's to not get hit something the other twelve-year-olds don't understand especially when you stand there, the last one still in the game the only one left who can make them win, and dodge the balls again and again. It's the one thing you learn from gifted class that the object of the game isn't to play. The object is to survive.