The world is full of people, no matter how you look at it. Tall, scary people.
No one is safe, no matter how you think about it. You don't know who is going to betray you.
Or maybe it's a matter of when someone will betray you.
So, I classify people.
Good people. Bad people. Worse people.
Good people would be my mom and dad. They are safe.
Bad people would be my brothers and acquaintances. They are safe, but are not to be fully trusted.
Worse people is everyone else. They are not to be trusted. Ever. And no matter what.
Mom knew of my classification system, which surprised me when she switched me to public school. I had been homeschool for years, and last year she decided to transfer me. Everyone was so scary there. So big and talkative.
It didn't help that I was the outcast. Of course I couldn't blame anyone but myself, since all I did was sit in the back of the classroom and never talked to anybody. But who could blame me? Tell anyone anything, and all of a sudden the entire school knows your deepest, darkest secrets.
Though, I see someone like me sometimes. She is quiet, hiding behind a hoodie and pretending not even she exists. She was the person everyone warned you about. That she was cruel and never cared about anyone.
It makes you wonder, what is she really like?
Well, my mom used to know her aunt, so maybe I will see. Someday.
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