"As you see me walk down the hall I see you squint. I hear the murmur of commotion around me. I'm like a traffic guard that horns are beeping at me when they're in a rush. I see the stares. I hear the rumors. No, I don't cut myself. No, I'm not attempting suiside. No, I'm not a slut. Yes, I'm a virgin. So please, shut up." I say in front of my whole High School. I heard them laughing at me and a few I saw roll their eyes. That's right, I know who you are. Don't act like you know me when you don't. Like me? Cool. Dont like me? That's cool. I'm just that girl you see on the block, in the alley ways, in Walmart, at Starbucks, at school.
The teachers just stare at me in disgust. I shrug it off and go sit back down next to a tall, stalky male. He goes by the name, Camas. Cam-es...hm. He said it was his grandfathers name, which was cool.
He's new, though, he seems suspicious.
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New Orleans
Random"Whats your name?" He yells out. "Caz." I answer as I get on the bus.
