What Really Goes On

"I don't usually ever care about being a social reject, I'm used to it. Being socially categorized it never bothered me none," I spoke as my heart started getting heavy, my words started to shake in my throat, and I was holding back from my tears, and she knew it. "But y'know ever since you made me start doing this bullshit all over again," I paused waiting for her to react to my swearing, but she just listened, "it does sometimes cross my mind that maybe I am nothing but a greaser whenever someone shouts the most heart wrenching words a person could even think of. So why didn't it ever occur to you that maybe, just maybe, it could've changed me? And that I might be miserable at this shitty school? You did this, not me."