I didn't think i was normal.
or, different.
all i ever thought was..
"why do i look so.. so strange..?"
i never got the answer, from my parents at least.
when i got to school the first day of 3rd grade my heart sank as i put all my things down next to a seat. everyone stared at me, some in horror, some in curiosity. being myself i haven't gone to a public school, so i didn't know what to expect. the teacher continued with her daily fuss about people staring at me. then she gave a whole lecture about not being nice, and treating others differently. when it was lunchtime i went to the lunch-line and a group of boys and girls reached out to me. they asked me if i had any friends yet, and they also asked my name. i sat with them that day, it was peaceful and we all had a good chat with each-other.
thank god for that.
about 6 weeks later one of my friends came up to me and said she was having a party at her house. she was actually one of the meanest people in our little group, but we just thought she had a little laugh out of every insult she gave me and the members of our group.
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Action"different" they say. "not normal" these questions get on my nerves sometimes, not everyone is normal.