Hey everyone! This idea suddenly came in my mind, I hope you'll like it. I'm just a beginner, so be prudent with me :P

Drew isn't here yet, it's all about May here.

And I know my chapter is way too short, I'm sorry!

Enjoy =]

All the envious faces every time I walked by. The copying. Bullying. Why. I'm not what they think. I don't want to. I hate it.

Vandalism. Criminal. Never safe anymore. They don't listen anymore. They don't help anymore. I didn't listen. I didn't care. I don't listen to anyone. Only to myself. I do what I want…

Teardrops fell on my computer. Old memories come back.

Never knew it ever would go so far. I don't know what I want anymore.

I walked to the bathroom. Looked in the mirror.

Well, this is me. I look so much like when I was little. Same amazing blue eyes. Same perfect brown hair. Same beautiful smile.

I curled my hair around my finger and took a tissue to remove my tears.

I was happy about the way I look. I couldn't complain about my face or body.

But was I happy inside? All the things I've done? Am I proud?

Some more tears come down my face. I dropped the tissue and let the tears go their way.

I should get to bed. School tomorrow. My homework was still undone. Too much thoughts to work for school. I didn't care about it. But I was smart. School was my only chance to have a good and normal life. But do I want a normal life? Do I even deserve it?

Flashback

"She's always nice to others. So smart, sportive, cute. Look at her," a voice said.

I looked up. My mother had a proud smile on her face. The other mothers were also looking at me, smiling, but I saw a bit of jealousy in each of their faces. I faked a weak smile to cover my angriness.

"Don't you want to play with the other kids?" my mother asked.

I turned around. All the 'normal' kids were playing in the grass. When I looked, some kids looked at me and laughed. I was the only one who wasn't playing with them. Playing dumb games.

"Come' on May", my mother smiled. I looked at her and faked another smile before I walked to the group of kids.

I looked at my dress. I didn't want to ruin my dress with those games. What happened with me? I was May. Always happy. Always wanted to play games. Always laughing. Is it normal for a 8 year old girl to hate childish games? Do all the 8 year old girls think as much as I?

"Hey, Mrs. Perfect wants to play with us!" a random kid screamed.

"You don't feel better than us anymore?" another classmate asked.

"I never-" I began.

"May has to count!" some other boy screamed, interrupting me without shame.

"She's better in counting than us anyways", the girl next to me smirked. The group kids laughed.

I wanted to slap her so hard. I don't want to be here. I want to run away. I can't. My mother is still watching from far. I'm getting scared.

"Let's start, everyone hide!" a redheaded girl screamed. All the kids run away and I closed my eyes and started to count.

I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Hey May, everything's okay? I feel sorry for you," the same redheaded girl said. Her called Misty. She was also in my school, but I didn't know her good. Things I heard was that she was nice, but tough. She had courage.

Next to her was Dawn. The blue haired girl looked at me with eyes full of pain. I knew Dawn for a long time. She was the nicest of all. She never bullied me. She was my friend. I always played with her and we were always happy. She never envied me. Maybe she even was the only one who didn't. That's one of the reasons I started to like her so much. She didn't knew much about me though. No one did. But I was happy enough she accepted me the way I was.

I didn't know what to think of it. I liked the attention, but hated the compassion. I don't want others to have compassion with me. I equally don't want others to envy me. I'm not perfect. I never was.

"I'm okay." I said. I lied.

"You want to play something else?" Dawn asked.

"I don't know." I said.

I don't know what I want. I don't know what I feel.

End of flashback