My heart drops.
I thought that I had made a new friend, but no. That was impossible. So much for being normal. He looks past me into the hallway, and I feel myself tearing up.
I manage to slip past him and flee to the bathroom. I slide to the floor and hold my head in my hands, and all I can think about is being bullied. Again.
"Robot!"
"What an idiot."
"I mean, look at her."
"What does she expect, pity?"
Insults and words swarm my mind. I'll never be happy, living like this.
Why me though? Are looks really that important?
I'm guessing the answer is yes.
Maybe I'm not the robot. I'm beaten up on the outside, but I'm perfectly fine on the inside.
Maybe they're the robots. Those girls, polished and beautiful on the outside, but the opposite on the inside.
Why am I always saying maybe? Probably because I am hoping for something good to happen that never will.
I sniff, and the tears that I have been holding in spill over my trembling fingers.
Maybe one day I will be able to stop saying maybe.
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Teen FictionHappiness. It can't be explained. It can't be taught. It can't be bought. So where will Julia ever find it?
