Okay so I'm gonna try and do this right. I'm not real good at this but hope you like(:
I was laying in bed like I did just about everyday all day. Why did my life have to be so boring?, I wondered. After I moved to Maine I basically lost touch with all my "bestfriends". Yeah bestfriends my ass. I don't see them texting me or anything now that I'm gone. Maybe I wasn't important enough for them. They didn't call or text. They didn't facebook me or comment on my instagram posts. They didn't care about me once I was gone. It kinda hurt though. I was there for them though everything. And they didn't even care enough to talk to me once I was gone...
I've been here for about a month or so, and I haven't made any friends yet. I'm just scared that no one will like me for me. I'm considered a outcast. Well I was at my old school and I hung out with everyone. I tried to be friends with everyone so no one felt left out. Even then I was still considered an outcast. I was different compared to everyone else. Blehh!!>.< Why was being normal so hard for me? I wasn't normal, but really what's the meaning of normal. How do you define normal?
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The Meaning of Normal
Short StoryThis book is about a girl who moves to a new place and out goes changes in her life. She has to start over. And try and be someone, but to be herself this time. To prove that she is unique. And that one girl can face a crowd of people alone and prov...
