The feeling of being free is something I long to have. But the weight of the metal, dangling from my body, replacing the skin that was once there, but now is a rust silver heap of junk. The more that people call me out for it, the heavier it becomes. This one particular person who makes my life a living hell, is unfortunately dating my older brother. Skipping school is not an option if I want to get out of this hell hole, and move far, far away with my two best friends, Belle and Fox. I just want to escape this body of clunking junk, and be normal for one singular moment. But I always as myself "What is normal?"