I was afraid of people judging me for who I am, and the worst bit was... they did. They didn't physically hurt me or tease me, but the looks they gave me. How no one ever wanted to talk to me. How no one ever wanted to be partners with me, was hurtful enough. I acted like them. I spoke like them. I dressed like them, and it still wasn't enough. *** | Word Count 476 |All Rights Reserved