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It's not quite where I sit alone under a tree observing the others. The slight breeze of voices are soon cut off by the shrill sound of the bell. Soon the groups split up to go to their seperate classrooms. Know the day has begun.
As everyone slowly parts from their friends I walk to my locker alone. People pushing and shoving into me as I make it to the corner, waiting for an opening so I can access my locker.
Don't be done," he patted his back, "I'll help you during lunch. You won't fail another test.
"No actual way?"
"I'm done." He banged against his locker.
Ultimately reaching my class I go to the back and there, I don't fit in either. Possibly it's the way i it or the way I act through the class. Being quiet while the others talk about their weekend till class starts. The rest of the day goes the same way. But, somehow I feel like a blue fish in an ocean of red.
The one time I don't feel weird. I sit and joke with friends, so I guess my life isn't all bad. I think it may be because, I know who i'm talking with. I know that they won't judge me, that they won't make fun of me. I don't Know why it'd diffrent with them, it just is.
Drama, everyone seems to love it. But, not me. I don't know what it is, it could be that there is more girls in that class than boys. I finally figured it out. It's not the way others she me, it's the way I see me.
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