It was the first day of the second semester, and it was already awkward. Everyone pushed me around, as if I were invisible. It doesn't really bother me though. I'd rather be invisible, than have all eyes on me.
I headed to gym, my worst nightmare. We always played dodge ball, or some kind of sport with a ball. I usually just hide behind others and try to avoid getting hit at all times, while everyone else hits each other with round objects.
Usually no one really cares whether I join in or not. But for some reason, the coach came up to me and asked why I wasn't playing with the others.
"Ummm... dodge ball isn't my thing," I stuttered.
"Well sure it is! All you have to do is try!" Said the coach excitedly.
The conversation wasn't long, just pointless. No one could possibly make me change my mind on how I feel about dodge ball. Who wants to get hit by other people with a ball? You might as well just ask someone to punch you in the face!
By the end of the day, I was just ready to go. To go where I belong, which is not where I stay. To say goodbye to my aunt who tried her best to keep me well fed, and in good shape. But her nor me have time for this. I don't need anyone to babysit me. I can do it on my own.
