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PCB 1- MAD WORLD

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"Freak!"

"Crazy!"

"Slut!"

"Whore!"

"STUPID!"

I continued walking with my head down and not minding those people criticizing me. They're just bored and chose me to be they're play toy.

I know that those words aren't true. Yes, those words aren't true Leslie. Just keep walking.

I hugged my books tighter as I felt those burning glares for me as if they're already killing me a thousand times in their minds.

*bump*

"Oops! Sorry not sorry, crazy Leslie!" I heard them laugh while I was on the floor, picking up my stuff.

It's alright Leslie, just take your stuff and go. Calm down. After this, we're going to the library to read some Sherlock Holmes.

I nodded at my conscience and hurriedly took all my stuff then got up. I didn't even bother to give a second look to the hypocrite who pushed me.

They're all the same. They keep on saying words to criticize other people but those exact words, are the best words to describe themselves.

As I stood up and walked away from them as if nothing had happened, the laughter died and was replaced with murmurs once again.

"Oh my god, did she just ignore Stephanie?"

"Gurl, she just did! The nerve of this freak"

"Attention seeking whore"

"What a bitch"

People, if you would whisper shit about a certain person, please make sure to lower your voice and not make it audible.

Would there be a new mystery book in the library? I hope so, I didn't go all the way here in school and get bullied like there's no tomorrow for a lousy mystery book.

Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. My name's Leslie. Leslie G. Davidson. 16 years of old. As you can see, I'm a normal teenager that you see everyday.

I'm normal because I love mystery books rather than romantic books. I love watching documentaries of serial killers rather than k-dramas and such. I love black rather than pink.

Lastly, not to brag or anything, my IQ level is considered higher compared to any normal human being that's why they call me a freak.

Just because a person doesn't like the same things that majority of  the people do, doesn't mean that that person isn't normal. Sometimes, it's okay to be different. It's okay to be unique.

Oh and I've got no parents. Died in a car accident. I live by myself.

So yeah, I'm Leslie once again and welcome to my mad world.

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So how was it? I'm no expert so please bear with my grammatical errors. Thank you for reading tho.