It's very dangerous to write here during school. Raw thoughts are not meant for any of these curious eyes and judgmental mental minds.
In life, people find themselves in different groups. The most basic groups are the grades we are put in based on when we are born. But those are the groups that we can't change until college (usually).
The groups that can change, however, are the ones based off of what you do. Cheerleaders and football players are naturally popular. Smart people are usually nerds. The small handful of people that no one notice are the wallflowers. And then there are the gamers, the dorks, the goths, the gossipers, and all of the other groups that I have yet to meet.
By now, I should have a group of my own to go to everyday. Unfortunately, the group I once had has dispersed; disappeared before my eyes. There is only one person left, and they never talk to me anymore.
Now that I think about it, my old group did have name, it was just never used. We weren't dorks, or wallflowers, or soccer jocks. No, we were Middle School Misfits.
But sadly, the Middle School Misfits is gone, and they left one of their misfits behind them.
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From Thoughts to Paper
Short StoryPretty much my diary from the beginning of the school year. May be relatable. You'll have to read to know that... Disclaimer: Don't read if you like happy! Because barely any of it is
