foreign exchange ;; michael clifford

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I wouldn't call myself a loner; because I had friends. But none of them were that close to me, because no one really understood me.

I would like to call myself different; but the term different is, well, different here in where I lived. Being different is no good, mixing in with the crowd is. If my mother thought I would be like those types of girls in my school that wears horrendously short shorts that show half of their butts, or those girls who cry over breakups and relationships that wouldn't even be of importance in the future, then she was wrong. Because I was most definitely different than the other people here.

I had seen people left and right trying to mix in with the crowds, being fake, acting fake, and they're just so pathetic seeing them just makes me sick, because honestly, why would you want to do that? Changing your whole goddamn lifestyle just to have friends who won't even remember your name after a year? Nope, ew, no.

When my parents told me I was going to spend my whole summer with a family on the other side of the world, I didn't mind. I didn't feel sad, nor did I refuse. I was happy, to finally leave this old black and white town.

Los Angeles was one of the most visited places in America, as the weather here was nice, but honestly, Australia would be a great change.

The air always felt a bit too clear when I went out, the children always looked too happy in the park and the birds always looked too beautiful in the sky. Too boring, too bland- I needed a change.