"Lilac,why won't you speak?" "What is wrong with you? Are your lips glued?" These were words I was used to hear,because I,was Lilac Cartner,a foreigner. Nothing more. If you ask where I came from,my only response would be this:
I'm foreign to this world. I'm an exeption,someone that stands out in the crowd,no matter how much I try to fit in. People call me names,tease me,bully me. If you ask why,It's because I'm me. It's because I'm foreign to this world.
In class,all the kids like to call me "Alien". I call myself Different,isn't that why I'm always singled out? This,is MY diary and these words are the sentences that I am forbidden to speak in the real world,my thoughts,emotions,feelings... That's why nobody should see this. I'm not allowed to HAVE thoughts or feelings,nor emotions. I just figured this about high school; You are who you are. If you're popular,you stay popular. If you're like me,well,then you will probably be forbidden to do anything that normal kids do,because that's how it works,you know... I wasn't a nerd,I wasn't stupid,either. I was just a regular girl,trapped in the middle,living her life normally,like any other high schooler,but in her mind.
My life was like a chess game. I was constantly thinking and finding new ideas about how I could defeat the other player,yet I never used these moves so the other player always defeated me. My mind was always working,observing everything around me,just like a newborn. And I also WAS like a newborn. I could not,or possibly,did not speak.
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Foreign To This World
Non-FictionHow does it feel to be a foreigner? Nobody knows better than Lilac. She has an unpredictably active mind,yet no words have came out of her mouth ever since she was born. Will she finally pour out the years of emotions inside of her?
