Standing out

I drop the phone.
"Mary?"
But I don't respond, as I fell the door behind me opening as I let myself fall into what seems to be a dark pit.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

I've never thought about going to any high school, outside of the infamous Oakwood high. Full of athletic kids, this high school may or may not have been my dream for the past... *counts on fingers*... four-five years?
Being considered one of the best schools in the country (while also basing themselves on sports), it has been a pain for me to enter, but I did.
And I ain't letting anyone bring me down now, after all the struggles I've went thru to get here.
Buuuuuuut, out of all the problems I seem to encounter, the worst one is...
stereotypes.
Just because I wear polka dots dresses, that doesn't mean I can't ride a motorcycle!
And even if I look like I can break apart at any moment, I can still punch your stomach much better than any wrestler, thank you.
That's until... I actually find someone just like me. But on the opposite.
I am outgoing and brave, but I look like I'm not.
And Milan might be a hidden gem. But we may never know. Because he's the opposite of me. Because, while I stand out from the others and stand up for myself, he never even thought about hurting someone.
We both stand out, in our own ways. And I've realized how caring and nice he can be to any person.
Until that person hurts his loved ones. Then oh boy, you better run.