Afterthere

I'm no good at introductions.

As I don't know how to begin this otherwise;
I'm kinda odd.
In most ways, however, I'm part of the masses. The crowd. Whatever you'd like to title the majority of people on this planet, spinning endlessly in the vastness of space. There's that word; 'majority'. The norm. The 99%. I'm getting off track with the names again.
Let me repeat that I'm mostly normal, in a futile attempt to prove my point.
Im sure I look fine, average, acceptable; I've been told so. I don't really have anything to base off though, to be honest. I go to an average school, some mediocre place that smells like it could have been an old fast food place that someone expanded upon or something. Grease and musk with a dash of stale body odor. The walls are made of bricks, rough and uneven, and when I run my hands over them, there are certain places that scratch my fingers and palms. Because of this, my hands are scarred and coarse with calluses and marks. I've memorized where the rough spots are, and I can avoid them when I drag my hand on the wall as I walk.  I sometimes ponder about moving. I wonder if I'd have to memorize these things again if something like that ever happens. The carpet that lines the  long, winding, hallways is old, like everything else in the building. (Including the teachers.) It's worn smooth, almost. It only has a faint bit of texture, just a few little bumps. It seems to keep a constant smell of feet and mold, no matter how many times the janitor goes over it with that loud machine. Overall, the building has a kind of messy, worn feel to it. Figuratively and literally. It's almost comforting.
The people are another story.
They're loud, fast, always seem to have to get somewhere as quickly as possible, not stopping to apologize as they shove and claw to their destination. These are my fellow classmates. The people that I must coexist with. My peers. I try not to talk to them too much,  as they seem to try to find as many flaws as they can, pick them out, enlarge them, and then use them to their advantage. It's animalistic, inhuman. Not that I'm interested in the same things as them, not that we'd have anything to discuss. Not that I can relate to these people in any way. To them I am the 1%. The unnatural one.
I don't have any friends here, but I'm content on my own. I do sometimes have someone trail me to help me with everyday tasks, though I don't think that either of us regard the other as any kind of companion.  I have no relationship with this person other than simply depending on them. I'd think they were some kid of autonomous machine, they speak so little, engage with me so little. But when I reach out to them, to use them as a sort of anchor, their flesh is too warm and soft to be mechanical. I think that they are one of the reasons that people find my presence off-putting. Without even seeing people, as soon as I awkwardly stumble in, the silence is suffocating. There's an uncomfortable aura that fills the air, surrounds me, chokes me. I have taught myself to pretend it isn't even there. I have taught myself many things, forced myself into many habits for the sake of myself.
It's just life.
Fine, normal, everyday routine for me. It'd seem wrong or even scary, a daunting task, living my life. You could say it's unnatural. Unnatural is the new normal for me, and as melancholy as I may sound, I'm mostly content with it.

I mean, if I didn't conform to what they wanted me to- how would anyone help me survive?