Am I Okay?

Am I Okay?

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As I sit there in the corner of the room listening to my music, I think to myself, how is it possible for one to lose everything and still be ok to move on as everything is ok? Most people think I'm ok, I don't wear too much of one color to school, I always smile to keep others from wondering what really is going on with me, but I'm really not ok at all. I hate how everyone has to judge others because of how they act or what they look like or even because of their color. It's pathetic! When the bell rings, I gather my things and head out the door to my next class. Most people looking at me whispering as i walk past them. I just put my head down and keep walking to my next class. As class starts, the teacher starts handing out our tests. I'm one of those smart kids but no one notices how smart i really am because I'm the "quiet" one in all my classes. The bell rings again and I'm headed off to my last class of the day. History, ew I can't stand it, the teacher calls on me all the time because she knows i have the abilities to answer any question she throws towards me. Once again she calls out my name and I answer the question so i don't get too embarrassed. Finally I'm on the bus to go home and of course no one sits with me on the bus again, I swear no one likes me no matter what I do. The bus reaches my stop and I walk off the bus and up to my house. I head straight to my room and my mom yells for me to do my chores but I ignore her and turn my music up louder in my earbuds while I work on my homework. About an hour later my mom comes up to my room knocking on the door telling me I need to do my chores now or she's taking my iPod until I do them. So I get up off my bed and walk downstairs, do my chores then back up to my room. My mom tells me that I'm like a scared rabbit, always hiding from the world that i need to get out more and do more activities. Although I don't care what she says about me.
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