Is this Really it?

Hi

I walked inside the hallways. Closing me in. Im scared. Im scared of what?

Highschool?

Highschool.

So many eyes within bodies of... Humans

Humans scare me. They hit and judge. They eat with their mouths full. They show compassinate feelings for one another. They have friends. They have "great" families.

I guess im not human.

Im just a mere alien to them. 

I am different.

I go with the deffects down in the basement. I have no life, no creativity.

And no friends.

I go to class. Its art. Doodling time.

I find my way sitting next to, all the great and mighty...

Victoria.

She has her blonde hair waving across my breathing space and my "Dont touch my table you air headed dimwitt". I stare. She glares. I wimper. She growls. I leave. She stays. She smiles. I frown. She colourful. I'm blank. She spills. I look. I stare. 

I hate her.

I left the room.

She needs help.

Words Hurt.