Dysfunctional daydreams

In my shoes.

It was Thursday and my parents always worked late. So I would stay after school for an hour or so and just people watch, do my homework, hang out with the one or two friends i had. One was Keel, it wasn't hard to spot him, his flaming red hair and neurotic personality kept me on my toes since you never knew when he's be sinking into his self made pit of despair, or walking through the tulips in love with the world and not a care on his shoulders. The other was Erica, she was funny and unique. She had the same thought process as me, the same 'i hope you die in a fire.' look, she was just more outgoing then i was. She had a group of friends that i'd go and hang out with sometimes, each different and interesting. May was big in size but she was also big in heart, her laugh was audible for miles, she was like the mother of all of us, and she made me feel like i belonged there. Kiki didn't have much to say to people she kept to herself, she enjoyed fantasy and getting lost in a world all of her own. Jenna couldn't give a damn if you were there or not, she was the much more immature version of Marie Antoinette, and even if she had no heart and what was considered her heart was stone, she was sweet in her own messed up way. In my position though i was the new kid, the child of them all. While they all liked me i still feared they'd all hate me in the end. In my shoes i was used to that though, slipping into my own depression and believing i was never, and never would be, likable. Maybe that's why i kept to myself, maybe that's why i was so obsessed with her. I just wanted acceptance.