Hidden

Ever since I was young, I could see things that other people couldn't or wouldn't seem to bother to see. The shadows; they used to welcome me with open arms... They used protect me from everyone and everything.. At least.. I thought they did...
Until...

The incident...

I was about thirteen when they started getting out of control. What? The shadows?? Hell no.. My parents. They thought something was wrong with me.. A lack to make friends.. A socially awkward dweeb...

Hey!! Don't you go judging me I was only thirteen and I had a crazy obsession with Nyan cats! Give me a break.

Anyway.. I never talked to many people.. And I always kept reading the same book, over and over again. Specifically it was my favorite book since I was a young child. Anyone remember the classic Grimm brothers stories? Those were my favorites.
Gory and all. My best one? "The girl without hands." Haha that's a good one. I decided to walk to school to get some fresh air from the saddened room full of my parents.

I kept wandering the streets until I met up with Sophie, my old best friend. She glared at me; her eyes showering me like old black mold on the scuff of an an abandoned house. She flipped her brown hair, and stalked off down the sidewalk. 'Bitch' I thought to myself as I followed down the path of her same frilly ass pink skirt.
God I hate pink. Give me some jeans converse a black hoodie and I'm great.
I looked up towards the sky. Thunderheads. Fucking fantastic.
I pulled my black hood up over my messy dirty blonde hair and continued walking down the same path I had taken for years.
Raindrops started plopping down on the worn out cement. Messing up my makeup too. I sighed as I continued walking down the road until I found sanctuary at the High school. I pushed open the old creaky door. The school was alive that's for sure.. But something... Didn't quite feel right..