Outcast

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There was once upon a time I didn't have friends. I've always been the outcast. The weirdo. The freak.

I've always known what people thought of me, and sometimes it hurt.

But I found people who I thought where just like me. We became weird together.

But I was still an outcast.

I am younger than any of my friends. I was always jealous as a kid, whenever something grown-up would happen to one of them. I thought I could try to fit in, be like them. But I knew I couldn't.

To them, I'm still a child.

I'm immature.

A drama queen.

I thought they never cared, that I could be myself around them.

But then everything changed.

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