were not really strangers

"we started out as just people who existed nearby each other"

Its funny. The world is a small place full of so many people, so many minds, so many stories left untold, so many questions left unsolved ,so many bruises left on tender skin ,...so many strangers

"earth to Mj"
miss b spoke while taping her pen on my table causing me to flinch a little at her small actions.it took me a moment to realize I've been staring at the bare white brick wall for the past 20 minutes.
''you haven't wrote anything down"
my teacher began to lecture me.
"its a simple quest on miss Mj. who are you?"
it in fact was not a simple question for me .I can answer this question with who I try to be, what I look like, what I'm good at. But I don't know who I am. Im my own stranger.
she walked away
"its ok. I don't think any of us know who we actually are anyway"
the boy that sat across from me stated as he leaned in so I could here him. he had brown curly hair and his eye sparkled when it hit the sun. he hasn't talked to me before but yet again no one really does I gave him a small smile and quietly said
"thanks" avoiding eye contact. I slowly shifted my eyes to his paper after his glaze went back down. but his paper was full

TW abuse TW suicide talk

this is my first story so it prolly bad lol