My name is Auggie Pullman. Next week I start fifth grade and since I've never been to a real school before I'm pretty much totally petrified.
I'll see you later okay?
You don't want to walk up with your parents because it's not cool.
But you're cool.
I know I am but technically most dad's arms neither of these helmets.
Your god please make them be nice to him.
I know I'm not an ordinary ten-year old kid. I've had 27 surgeries they told me to breathe, to see heroes out of hearing aids but none of them have made me look ordinary.
Incubator, bunch of murders, oh, and this is an eraser.
You know what an eraser is right?
Look at his face! There's anything that would be my life.
I look like him I'd swear I'd put a hood over my face.
I know you don't always like it but I love it it's my son's face.
You are not ugly Auggie.
You just have figured out because you're my mom.
Because I'm your mom it counts the most. Because I know you the most.
Hi. You don't have to do this.
I don't know what you're talking about Auggie.
You don't have to pretend Amos's saying
Auggie!
Okay I'm really sorry. Why are you sitting here then?
Someone says nice friends for a change.
Me too.
Who is it that I aspire to be? That is the question that we should be asking ourselves all the time.
Hey Jack come sit here.
In a sec.
I'd like to be able to control the weather.
That would be your superpower.
That sounds pretty lame.
What would you do?
I'm being invisible.
You're the toughest kid in that school show them you can't blend in when you were born to stand out.
Never thought about having plastic surgery.
Dude this is after plastic surgery. It takes a lot of work to look this good.