I'm Dannie.
I think, in almost every class, there's a class clown, a musician, a nerd, a geek, an outcast, and a bully. Sometimes, there's a few of each.
But, then there's always that one person, who never talks in class. The one who never raises their hand. The one person who doesn't really have any friends. They aren't an outcast, it's just that they don't really care to be friends with anyone.
In my class, that's me.
I paint. I draw. And do basically anything creative. Nobody really cares, but that's fine with me, because I do. That's really all that matters.
My "family" barely even cares about what I do. They just care that I don't die, basically. (You'll find out why I called them my "family" in just a few minutes.)
I literally have no friends, because nobody in my school had the same interests.
Everybody else either, smokes, or drinks and I can't do either.
Everyone basically calls me a bum because I don't do anything.
It's all just because I have these stupid, idiotic sicknesses, that absolutely nobody in my school has.
And I'm bald. That doesn't help either, really.
I don't fit in here.
