I slipped through the door, almost being hit in the face. I tightened my grip on my backpack, knowing what was to come. I usually would keep my head down, my headphones in, and slip through the shadows. That's kind of hard when you're the shortest and strangest. My hair is weird, my eyes are weird, my life is weird. I'm different. I've been told that a million and two times.
Ever since my friend moved away, I've had to slip through the halls in silence. We used to meet up and walk to each class together, but now I'm left to sulk and sob in my own mind, terrified at the shit it comes up with.
I watched each person walking past, each one dresses differently in neat, tidy clothes. Reminds me of my house, black and white, neat and tidy, everything in its place. Labelled and clean.
Stupid shit if you asked me, I don't really know why things should be completely cleared, it makes things lack character, I like seeing the personality behind someone from just their clothes and house.
I looked up as Phoenix brushed past, cliche, but it happened, walking with his friend Kai. Damn I miss Kris.
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Dear Danny
Romance"Some days I just wanna ball my eyes out, others I want to stay in the shadows" "If you hide you never learn anything about yourself though." "That's the point" ----------------------- A broken boy crosses path with an equally broken boy, will they...
