Random Short Stories

Misfits

They stood off to the side, a bunch of girls who didn't fit quite into the mould that was made for them. Six of them, quiet girls who didn't fit in the loud, noisy class.

It was quite pointedly shoved into their faces that they were not ones to be associated with. No one would sit by them, no one was clamoring for their attention, and no one certainly wanted to talk to them besides the occasional "hi" or "bye". And even more obviously shoved into their faces was the fake friendships of others. Because of this, their true, real and rawness forced them out of the normal group.

Perhaps some were jealous, for they weren't bad students. While students weren't clamoring for their attention, they constantly had the teacher's attention, and were favored by them. They showed up early or on time to class, were low profile, and no one bothered to know them. Each had their own little band of haters, except for one, for she was so shy and quiet that people felt the need to be kind to her.

They weren't bad people, if you got to know them. Each had their own back story, and maybe their stories were rather sad ones at times, but they were real. Not ones which were crafted out from problems that could have been easily solved. They never knew why no one liked them, but it was perhaps being their true selves that set them apart. No matter, for the six didn't care much for people who discreetly taunted them behind their backs.

So it is said that in school, we learn our hardest lessons. It is true, and maybe truest for them, for it was truly them against the class. That was okay, though, right? They had each other.

They had each other, bunch of unique people, a group of misfits.