On the verge of sanity

Chapter 2

I am as almost everyone would call me "A very different child." But to be honest, people think I'm weird. Ever since I learned to talk. When I started kindergarden I didn't socialize very well. I only had one friend. Her name was Skylar. We've been friends since we were five. I'm 17 right now. Skylar is seriously the only person in the world that understands me. She is literally the only person I can talk to. Well any back to my background, when I was little my parents would try to buy me dolls, but I always declined. I was never sure why. I just didn't like dolls. Now with all that I would have been fine with, but there's this girl that I absolutely can not stand. Her name is Sarah and she has been practically bullying me my whole life. Just because I'm north from normal. Well anyway as I entered my teenage years the bullying just got worse. She started to beat me up and spread rumors. Of course no one did anything. So I stopped complaining. Skylar tried to help, but I told her it was no use. I started to separate myself from the crowd. Just become a shadow. I drifted. My parents thought this wasn't normal. But they kept this thought to themselves. Then one day I woke up, got ready for school, but something was different about me. I was chuckling lightly. And smiling. Everyone who knew me and saw me started to back away and not make eye contact. Then I approached the one girl whom I hated the most. Sarah. I grabbed her hair and punched her and kicked her. Then I snickered and left. A wide smile on my face. Then one of my teachers stopped me and sent me to the principal's office. I still had my grin on my face. When I sat down in his office he looked at me, and jumped a little. I didn't blame him. I looked like a lunatic. Black skinny jeans. Black button down shirt. Black heeled boots, and blood red lipstick. I chuckled at him. Jumping at the sight of me. He told me to stay put. Then came in my parents. They both jumped at the sight of me. Did I forget to mention I put on the palest foundation I could find. I call it vampire white. They sat down next to me. My principal sighed. Then started to talk.
"I have called you here, Mr. and Mrs. Lynn of your daughter. She just beat up poor Sarah Coy in the hall. And parents have called to complain that they do not want their kids at the same school as a freak like your daughter. They said that their kids told them that she wasn't normal. That she was some kind of witch. And that she was crazy. That she growls at people. So I have finally decided to tell you. That your daughter should be put into a mental facility."
My parents only sighed and my mom asked,"Where do we drop her off."