I can see the way that they look at me.
The fury, the disgust, the utter hatred.
Because of what, rather than who I am.
Because of my loyalty to my first and only friend.
Because of how I live in poverty.
Because, ultimately, I am just not good enough, nor will I ever be.
Inexplicably and utterly useless.
Not even capable of breathing in the same air as them.
...*...
So they do little things to remind me of my standing in their world.
...*...
They jostle me in the halls, shove me into doorways.
They sneer at me to my face and laugh behind my back.
They absolutely obliterate my sparse belongings.
Shred my homework alongside my nonexistent self esteem.
Humiliate me at their every convenience.
...*...
But I continue to stand tall.
I stand in the face of their immaturity and pettiness.
Because, in all of this, Lily will always stand at my side.
Despite everything, through thick and thin she will always remain my beloved friend.
She would never leave me.
...*...
Right?