I started school today.
The stares are different now. They don't look at me with pity, more like... Curiosity. Like they're wondering how long I'll stay this time until I quit again.
The teachers kind of act that way too. They gave me all of my stuff, told me what was going on in class, and that was it. They acted indifferent, like they didn't care one way or another if I did anything.
I didn't think I'd ever miss the pity looks, but now I kind of think I do.
It was better than to be given the cold shoulder.
