I wrote this during math class a couple of weeks ago. It's sort of based off of a kid at my school, but not really.

I thought about making it longer but I sort of like it the length it is. Let me know if you think it should be longer or something.

Thanks for reading!

I’m the person you all avoid in the hallways. The one that when you see coming, you deliberately move around, hoping you won’t touch. You think I don’t see this. But I do.

My dark stringy hair falls in my face. I’ve been wearing the same pants for a few days now and this is the second time this week I’ve worn this shirt. You think only you and your friends can hear your snide comments. The “ewws” and the “oh my God, he is sooo nasty!” I can always hear.

People treat me like I’m not even a person. To some people I am simply just a bad piece of air. I have no escape. I’m not good at sports or music. I’m smart but no one seems to care. No one ever wants to work with me in class, even though I could get you a perfect ‘A’. You think I don’t see the faces you give your friends as you’re forced to sit by me. But I do.

I try to break the ice by telling a joke. No one gets it. They just laugh sarcastically. You think I don’t notice the whispers you all make to one another. But I do.

At lunch there are no empty seats so I sit alone, my back to the wall and a few feet from a trashcan. I stay there hoping that when someone goes to throw their food away they’ll notice me and ask me to sit with them. No one talks to me. No one looks at me.

I keep telling myself “oh, you don’t need friends, they’re over rated anyway”. I look at the happy, laughing groups of people and realize I couldn’t want anything more.