The end zone

"Hello my name is Maria and I live on the edge of the end zone," I let the words fall out of my mouth.
"Hello Maria," the crowd chimed in.
"I have lived on the edge of the end zone for as long as I can remember, but while living there many have disappeared," i began to speak softly. "But anyways.." I continued. "I am here today because I have AGP paranoia schizophrenia," I scanned the crowd as people began to point and whisper because most of them were "JUST" alcoholics. I began to slowly step off from the podium when a women raised her hand slowly and almost with grace with the silence that only a mouse would dare present.
"What does AGP stand for," she mumbled while looking up at me with eyes as black as coal. As I pondered wether or not to answer her question I glanced at her name tag which read, "hello, my name is: Cassandra. I tilted my head in confusion no one dare use a name so unique in this year. Right as I began to open my mouth to answer her question guards rushed in from all angles taking her by the arms and noting, "you are being taken to the end zone... Because you are different." As they pulled her out the exit from the light flickered dark room I mumbled, "anti-government phobia"