My name is Auggie Pullman.
Next week I start fifth grade.
And since I have never been to a real school before
I'm pretty much totally petrified.
I'll see you later.
Ok, 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 dads aren't.
Neither are these helmets.
Dear God please make them be nice to him.
I know I'm not an ordinary ten year old kid.
I've had 27 surgeries.
These helped me to breathe, to see, to hear without an hearing aid,
but none of them have made me look ordinary.
Incubator, bunsen burners, and this is an eraser.
You know what an eraser is, right?
Look at his face!
I've never seen anything that ugly in my life!
If I looked like him I swear I 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 Bobby.
You just have to say that 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, is all I'm saying.
Auggie!
Ok, I'm really sorry.
Why are you sitting here then?
'Cause I want some 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.
Oh, what do you do?
I'd be invisible.
You are the toughest kid in that scool, show them.
You can't blend in when you were born to stand out.
You really thought about having plastic surgery?
Dude, this is after plastic surgery!
It takes a lot of work to look this good.