𝐀𝐧𝐝. . . 𝐀𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧! ¦ 𝗽𝗷𝗼

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈

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❝ 𝗜'M BEING WORSHIPPED 2ND GRADERS. ❞

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✧ Honestly I never thought of myself as a weird kid, I mean I know that some things that I do are odd to say the least but, who isn't a little bit strange? Tho, I'm not quite sure about how normal it is to dislike things for their texture, the onions in my food or the way clothing tags feel when they touch my skin. Oh and also seeing stuff that others don't; like that creepy creature that didn't make eye contact with me by a miracle last week, I knew that if that thing saw me I wasn't going to make it out, of course, I couldn't tell anyone about it.
I really wanted to save myself from getting bullied and my mom from paying for more therapy sessions.

Apparently if you hide the things that make you stand out from the rest you'll safe yourself from so much trouble it's crazy. At least my friend — obviously I have, I'm the most approachable person ever — didn't seem to mind the weird parts about myself, so I'm really thankful for that. She does make fun of me because I can't do basic math, but HEY! It's not my fault to be dyslexic. At this point, I think it's pure plot convenience that I haven't failed any subject yet, my geography teacher hates my guts tho but I don't really care, I had a lot of hateful teachers during my short eleven years of life.

For example, I once had a math teacher that when I told her that my dog died told me to get a new one, I was seven. Obviously I told my dear mother and she made a scandal, but that bitch kept teaching kids until she retired. My sincere apologies for any kid who had Ms Romano as their math teacher.

" Heather, sweetheart, do you have your keys? " My mom opened the door of my room, snapping me out of my thoughts. Evelyn Knightley, the woman who gave birth to me and the person who I love the most. People tell me that I look like her when she was younger all the time, and I completely agree. If you put a picture of me and her when she was my age side by side, you'll see how similar we are. However, she does tell me that I have some behaviors that remind her of my father, now I can neither confirm nor deny this statement because I've never seen that man in my life.

" Uhhh yeah, i have them on the pocket of my backpack " I glanced at her as I spoke. My eyes looked down down at my red converse shoes lying on the floor, picking one up and putting it on one foot and doing the same with the other one before tying up the laces. "Why do you ask?"

" Because I'm probably gonna return late, I'm going with the girls to the park. I don't ask you if you wanna go because I know you're gonna say no"

" You know me so well " I got up and kissed her cheek. I really love my mom if you didn't notice by now.

" Of course I do, I literally gave birth to you. Now hurry up because we have to go " I nodded at her, picking up my backpack that was placed on the chair of my desk and followed her out of the house towards the car.

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✧ The ride to school was nice, just like everyday. There was silence between the both of us with only thing filling it up was the music coming out from the speakers playing in the background, eventually we did some small talk about what subjects I had that day and if I had any exams coming up. Just an average morning, but you know how sometimes you have that weird feeling of guilt because you didn't tell your parents something? Yeah, I was having it.

You see a few days ago I innocently gived a little grape flavored gummy to a 2nd grader and she's been acting weird even since. Like, she would sometimes follow me around the halls and overall just act really weird. I genuinely don't know what's wrong with her.