Tuesday, 2 November 2010
03:17:38 PM (GMT)
"Watch where you're going, freak!" I just ignore the comment and continue on my way.
I ignore the stares. They're not good to me. They don't help in any way. I walk into
the classroom and sit in my regular seat. The back corner. I can see everyone in the
classroom. Sitting back here allows you to watch others closely, without them
I sit back here writing, not paying attention to the teacher. But they don't seem to
care anyway. Besides, my work is top notch. I have the highest grades in my year, but
what's the point in bragging about them?
It would be nice to find other people like me. People who could be themselves without
worrying about what others would say. Maybe I haven't looked in the right place.
Maybe I would have to go somewhere else to find them.
Someone throws a paperball at my desk, causing me to look up sharply for the person.
I look around. No one is looking at me; but that could be because everyone's backs
are facing me. Looking closely, I spot someone fidgeting in their seat. That could
possibly be the person. I don't know. So I just pick up the paper and open it.
"Meet me at Wal-mart at 6pm tonight."
That's all it said. There could be a million people at Wal-mart. How am I supposed to
know who I'm looking for?