Michael K. knew his first day in a new school in a new city was going to be weird. How could a first day at someplace in Brooklyn, New York, called P.S. 858 not be weird?
He just had no idea it could be this weird.
Michael K. had been in fifth grade for only twenty minutes, and already
1. Mrs. Halley had stuck him in the slow group with the two strange new kids,
2. the new girl had eaten half of his only...