Fall is here, hear the yell back to school, ring the bell brand new shoes, walking blues climb the fence, books and pens I can tell that we are gonna be friends
Gilbert doesn’t have friends. But it’s okay! He has himself. Everyone laughs at him because of his oversized clothes and raggedy backpack and shoes. It’s not his fault! They were his brother’s. And before that, they were his other brother’s. So was his backpack. It used to be black.