The table in the back left corner of the english room. Four desks made up the table, but no one ever sat at her table. Skylar's table, that's what she called it.
Why did no one else sit with her?
Because she was an outcast.
Ignored since grade seven.
The school year was almost over,
Freshman year.
Sophmore year would be the same. She was always in class early. It was her favorite, Why?
Because she could escape in the novels that they read during class. She felt as though she belonged in those worlds.
Because, in those novels she wasn't the outcast,
She was the hero, the hobbit, the detective, the princess, the soldier.
She belonged.
I hope you liked it. I would love to add more for you, so please vote. I want it to branch off from the little poem I wrote out of boredom.
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Skylar, The Outcast
Teen FictionA story about two people that were branded as an outcast at an early age. Skylar Harris is a Sophomore at Nashton High School. Eliot Sheild is the new boy who wants life to be different than it was where he came from. The idea started as a poem writ...
