he taught me how to love

i'm going into my sophomore year of hell, but to others it's known as high school. i'm just a shadow in back, an outcast, a freak, a nerd, a loser.

as i took my first step back into that hell hole the pungent odor of mold, sweat, perfume and hallway polish punched me in my face. i listened to people chattering about their summer and the sound of lockers opening and closing.wm