Bieberlyswag
If you aren't normal people label you a freak. How are we even supposed to know what normal is? Nobody knows until the names start. Freak, weird, creepy, scary. I didn't know I was different. It always scared me, but I didn't know that it was abnormal. I just figured everyone saw them. One of the saddest things, is my own mother was the first one to drop the labels. Child protection was called, and they took me into care. One of the women I stayed with, completely understood me. She didn't act, or think I was crazy at all. She ended up adopting me. She had heard of a place, a boarding school type thing, only for people like me. People that were different. It was in Transylvania. We took a trip there, and it seemed like or would be a good place to stay. So she sighed me up, and they let me in. She moved just a few towns away, and I would see her most weekends. It was nice to be normal. We all had the label "freak", but in the mansion since we all were... We weren't.