I WALKED TO SCHOOL ALONE. BLUE BIRDS FLEW BY, CHIRPING AWAY. 9:45, AND STILL I HAD NOT BOTHERED TO WALK ANY FASTER. RUNNING, FASTER THAN EVER BEFORE, WITHOUT STOPPING, I MADE IT TO SCHOOL ON TIME. SCHOOL, AS I KNEW IT WOULD BE, WAS BORING. WOW, I THOUGHT AS THE TIME DRAGGED ON, THESE CLOCKS ARE PRETTY SLOW. MATH, REALLY WAS THE ONLY REASON WHY I HATED WAKING UP IN THE MORNING. QUICKLY, I COPIED DOWN MY ASSIGNMENTS, KNOWING THEY WOULD BE HARD. ALONG I WENT, AS THE BELL RANG. STALKED, WAS THE WORD PEOPLE USED WHEN I WAS BEHIND THEM OR WHEN THEY TALKED ABOUT ME. FOR THIS REASON, I WISH WE HAD MORE TIME TO GO OVER THINGS. SADLY, MOST CLASSES DON'T GIVE YOU ENOUGH TIME TO FINISH THESE IDEAS, YOU THINK ARE SO GREAT, BUT ALWAYS TURN OUT THE WAY YOU LEAST EXPECT IT. AMONG THE STUDENTS AT SCHOOL, I NEVER REALLY ''FIT'' IN. I DRESS IN COLORS NO ONE KNOWS THE NAME OF AND I DON'T LIKE TALKING. WITH THIS IN MIND, MY PARENTS KNEW I WAS SOME SORT OF AN OUTCAST, JUDGED, AND MAYBE A DELINQUENT. ALTHOUGH I HATED SCHOOL, I HAD TO GO. DURING MATH CLASS, WE GOT OUR TESTS BACK, GRADED. OH NO, I THOUGHT, KNOWING THAT MY GRADE WOULD BE LOW. WHEN WE RECIEVED OUR TESTS, I COULDN'T BELIEVE IT. I GOT AN A! ALL THE PEOPLE AROUND ME HAD GOTTEN LOWER GRADES. THEY WERE ALL ASKING ME FOR HELP. TRULY, I FELT VERY GOOD ABOUT MYSELF. FINALLY I WASN'T THE ODD ONE OUT, THE ONE PEOPLE ALWAYS LAUGHED AT. THEY ACTUALLY NEEDED ME NOW.
