The first day of the seventh grade was more exciting than anyone realized it would be. The new seventh graders walked around as if they owned General John G. Pershing Elementary School. They were no longer lowly sixth graders. They knew things were going to be different this year. Everyone swaggered a little – everyone except Hercules the Lesser. He didn’t swagger. If he did no one would’ve noticed him. No one would have noticed him if he ran through the halls screaming at the top of his lungs.
Hercules the Lesser was not someone who got a noticed.