People whisper. About crushes, love, dating, hate, secrets, anything they can get their hands on they whisper about.
My mind has been darker than usual, I have been trying so hard not to be sad, and depressed on the inside, but it's so hard not to. My pain is less then most, and so I should forget my pain and help others with theirs because their pain is worse isn't it, that's what I think.
I try so hard to be someone I'm not, I know it's not good, but I have to, I have been who I am before and I lost most of my friends, and had fights with my friends because I was different. I create this mask of happiness so I can preserve through the hardships of life...
I often get asked to tell others things, i feel like a personal postman...I don't know... why am I so different?
Different
Why couldn't my hair be blonde or brown
Why couldn't I have contacts
Why can't I be rebellious
Why can't I be popular
Why can't I be a leader
Why couldn't I be good at something
Why... so many why's the only answer is....
Because that is who you are...
But what if I don't want to be different?
I guess that's who I will always be... Different.
YOU ARE READING
The Outsider
Teen Fiction(This has nothing to do with the Outsiders, it is a completely original book, and in no way am i plagiarizing their book.) Just read it to know what it's about...
