Chapter 3

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I walked to school, because, in a way, it shows independence but mostly, a very stupid kind of bravery.


I don't even know the name of my school, but since its already a month in the year, I have more to worry about.


I barely have one foot in the door when it all starts, prissy girls all start whispering and they pick every little thing that they can get out of how I look and use it too make them selves look better


Jock guys start assessing how easy I would be to get into bed.


Nerds judge how I look and deem me as another bully, or someone who will always want their help.


Band people ignore me, because I don't carry an instrument, and all the other artsy people ignore me as well, because I don't look like I have what I need to be like them.


Only the emos bother giving me any attention. But they aren't looking for a friend. They are looking for another person to hate the world with. Not someone who hates their self.


All in all, I don't belong in this place, but I don't belong anywhere.


I go to the office and grab a map. I might as well know where I am going.


Luckily, my schedule came in the mail, and I don't have to go to the office and wait for someone to realize who I am and to give it too me.


First period - AP Biology


Second period - AP British Literature


Third period - Anatomy


Fourth period - AP Calculus


Fifth period - Gym


Sixth period - AP American History


Seventh period - Speech Therapy


Seems easy enough. At least to me.


Since I don't talk, I have a lot of time to study that everybody else would spend with friends or on a date or even with family.


I spend all my time locked in books.


I guess that's a good thing. I can get a job one day as someone who only does work behind a screen and who never has to talk.


A doctor who just writes the illness on a white board, and spends all her time in the office solving cases..


Probably not, but a girl can dream.


Walking through these hallways, I feel small. Like I am unimportant to everyone around me, and not a single person cares.


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