New School

I was very bitter when I moved to Massena High. I was angry that everything I had known had been destroyed by my thinks-of-her-men-before-her-own-children waste of a mother. Before I moved I was pretty much in my own world. I had few friends, but I was extremely honest and loyal with them.

When I moved I found myself isolated. The only people remotely similar to me were all seriously messed up. I mean, I'm different, but they needed major counseling. My first day to school I got my lunch and then... I stood at the front of the cafeteria wondering where I should sit. After a while, worry turned to panic and I just glared at the students in the cafeteria. When I was about to just go stand by a wall and eat my lunch, someone invited me to their table.

Not only do I not fit in people find me uncomfortable. They say, "You don't talk very much." and "Why don't you ever smile?". Is it my fault if I prefer to use other means of communication? I don't express emotion much only under periods of great stress; be they good or bad. No it's great. Sometimes I'll watch comedy show and they'll deliver the punch line. And, then, I'm like,"HA HA"(Quite literally. Just a loud "HA HA" only two). Then, I go back to nuetral pose. Oh, and they find my stillness and preference to stand unnerving. It was interesting to see how my self-imposed displacement has led me to be so odd.

But, I digress, while I was up there, looking at all the carbon copy cliques, I wondered how many of them would be as content in my solitude as I was. I imagined none of them lasting a week in my shoes. So, to you toys out there, I give you Eleanor Rigby by the Beatles.