| People laugh at me as I stumble through the strange halls of my new school, lost and confused. I laugh with them, tossing cautious smiles at the smirking faces, and sometimes they leave me alone. I’ve been here for six months but I still cry inside. What makes them so d*#@ special that they can laugh at me, a shadow, a cobweb in the corner of the room. I no longer want to come to school, mornings made cold not by the blinding snow, but by the icy stares of people I don’t even know. It’s almost like I am walking down the halls naked, the way they stare at me, and giggle behind hands, heads close together in tight circles which I will never be a part of. I am too exhausted from trying to be a jock an artist a singer even me. Elizabeth Bailey, gr. 9 |
Photo by Chrishawn Mitchell, gr. 9