Let Me Be Me {Completed}

Chapter 1

-Sugar pov-
I just wanted to finally have friends. I know no one really likes me. I figured since my dad is supplying the school it would help. It just made it worse.

I've been slushied 9 times today. I'm on my final outfit too. I just wanna fit in. I don't understand why I can't.

Why does no one like me? I've tried all sorts of things to get people to like me! I know I can't pick up on social queues right. It's not my fault though.

I'm born differently and everyone acts like it's my fault. I sigh and look at the club room in front of me. It's time to try and make some friends. I can do this!

I walk in and do introduction. I told Brad my song earlier. He was happy not to be told hit it. He seems like a nice guy.

I take a deep breath and the music begins. Here goes nothing.

-Sugar singing-

The minute you walked in the joint,
I could see you were a man of distinction,
A real Big Spender,
Good looking, so refined.
Say, wouldn't you like to know what's going on in my mind?

So let me get right to the point,
I don't pop my cork for every man I see.
HEY Big Spender,
Spend a little time with me.

Wouldn't you like to have fun? Fun? Fun?
How's about a few laughs? Laughs?
I can show you a good time,
Let me show you a good time.

The minute you walked in the joint,
I could see you were a man of distinction,
A real Big Spender,
Good looking, so refined.
Say, wouldn't you like to know what's going on in my mind?

So let me get right to the point,
I don't pop my cork for every man I see.
HEY Big Spender,
HEY Big spender!
HEY Big spender!

Spend a little time with me

I stop singing and see everyone's expressions. It doesn't help though. I don't know what they are thinking. I may have self diagnosed my autism but it's still there.

"Ok!" I look up at a brunette girl "Well keep in touch!"

I nod and walk out the door. I think I did a decent job. Maybe I can get a dancing spot! That would be cool.

"I think I speak for everyone when I say" Oh they are talking about me "Never gonna happen"

I feel my heart break into pieces. That was the club that was supposed to accept everyone. Why am I the different one? Why am I the hated one?

They really did suck in the cafeteria! Do they not wanna know so they can be better? I thought I could actually have friends...a family. But I guess I'm still just Sugar Motta.

I sigh and walk away as my tears fall down. I make a call and quickly get dismissed from school. I get picked up and driven home. It's not really a home.

It's a empty shell I live in. My dad is always busy and just buys me things out of guilt. I can't remember the last time we actually did anything together. Probably when my mom was alive.

I miss having her around. She was a great help to me. She always said she loved me. Whew always knew just how to make my day better.

Now I'm stuck with my damn dad. He was supposed to be off today. I guess he's probably busy but honestly..honestly he doesn't care. He doesn't care about anything but his work.

He has a home closer to his work place. This is pretty much all mine. I walk to the fridge and see I'm missing food. I grab my stuff and sneak into the garage.