I walk into my first period and I sit down. I recognize everyone and they are all making sure that they stay as far away from me as possible. Nothing new. And of course Mr. Rizo is lecturing again. I think I'm just going to write.
I look around me and all I see is happy people. Smiling, laughing. It's like they do not have a care in the world. Why can't I be like them? Why can't I be happy? I've never had anyone to laugh with. Everyone just pushed me away. I've never had any reason to smile. I stopped trying to talk about my feelings a long time ago. I came to conclusion that they never really listened anyways, so there was no point. I am at the point now where I don't know who I am anymore. I have no idea what I have become. I can't sleep or concentrate. I am such a mess. I'm falling apart at the seems and it scares me. Deeply.
*bell rings*
"Hey Landon. Come here for a sec."
"Ya. Sure thing, Mr. Rizo. Lemme pack up real quick."
"Landon. Are you okay? You haven't been acting the way you usually do. Is there anything wrong?"
"Nope. Nothing wrong. Bye Mr. Rizo, see you tomorrow."
People need to realize that "nothing" means "everything."
Everything is wrong and nothing has ever been right.
YOU ARE READING
Will I Become Something?
Kurzgeschichten"Be ready world, Landon Mason is on his way."
