And with that, I have finally finished my poem. People may judge my interests, but that is of little importance to me. All that matters to me is my passions and my loved ones.

I change out of my pyjamas and into my school clothes. Honestly, it's a lot fuss over just going to school. When you are older and have a job, you usually don't need to follow a dress code. Other than more formal jobs, like an office job.

But I don't want to be an office worker. I want to be a poet. But sadly, writing doesn't usually work out for people. I guess I'll just have to do something else. I really do need to start thinking of something to do as a job, don't I? I'm already eighteen!

While I am entranced with my thoughts, I have already had a shower and put on my clothes. I adjust my collar, and I slip on my purple hair clip.

"Goodbye darling! Have a nice day at school!" Mother calls out to me cordially. I guess Father has already went to work. He always goes so early...

I step outside. It's wet and damp. I shiver. Maybe I should have brought a coat. As I walk on the narrow, wet pathway, I am thrown back into my thoughts.

Since I have recently been diagnosed with asperger's syndrome, I think I finally realise why I don't really connect with my peers. They say I don't understand social cues, which is true, unfortunately.

I just wish they would understand me.

"Oh god!" A gasp out loud to myself. Some people look over to me, and I flush red. I start to feel my feet going wet.

I didn't even realise I was walking in a deep puddle! I really am stupid. I'm a dumb little girl stuck inside an 'intelligent' woman's body.

Now my knee high socks are damp, and water is seeping into my shoes. I hope I don't have to buy new ones, as these shoes are high priced leather, so they will ruin easily. Mother and Father will be so disappointed...

I nimbly avoid the puddles in hindsight, watching the tendrils of my hair flutter as I make a slight jumps over puddles. I make an observation. I wonder why I have purple hair? Japanese people usually have black or brown hair. It must be a mutation. Although, I do know another girl with coloured hair, hers is pink though. Her name was Natsuko, or something?

It's an embarrassment that I barely know anybody in my class. It's somewhat difficult to talk to other people, as most people find my hobbies and mannerisms weird. Even my parents.

"Why can't you be like a normal child, who enjoys playing games with other kids?" My mother would ask me.

"Maybe we should get you involved in the brownies or something. Maybe you'll actually learn something useful" My father would say. I would have argued with them, but I had learned that there was no point to arguing. People always get what they want from me, as I'm such a push over.

Let's try and focus on more happier subjects, okay Yuri?

I'm actually still involved in the brownies, although I'm a senior girl guide now. It is enjoyable, as I love nature, but once again, I know nobody there. I do know one person from the girl guides who also goes to my school, though. I think her name was Sayori. She has always been a goofball, and she gives me laugh whenever I am down. I do like to joke around with others, but only once I get to know them.

I haven't been to the girl guides for quite a while now, maybe I should go again. I might need a new outfit though, as I have presumably grown out of it.

I sigh to myself.

Things must always have complications. It's really tiring.

I turn the final corner and I finally arrive at the school. I see groups just coming in. I have got here at the perfect time, when everyone goes into the school building and isn't outside. I look up at the school building. My school looks like such a stereotypical Japanese high school. Cherry trees, white walls, fountains and plazas.

Although most people have disappeared into the school building, there are still people outside. I walk down the narrow path towards the plaza, and I can feel the judgemental gazes fall upon me. Why though? I don't hurt anybody, It's my own hobby, and I keep it to myself. The only people who approach me are guys who only know me as the...Let's not think about that.

I always sit on a bench at the plaza for ten minutes before school starts. It's a tradition I like to follow. I fish for some coins in my blazer pocket and I get a can of FiZ and retrieve my novel from my bag. It's called 'The void.'

I read the blurb in my mind.

"A story about a girl who lives happily on a floating island, until once day the island is destroyed and she falls into the void below."

Quite a good teaser.

When reading, the first few pages are always the hardest. Usually it is extremely boring, because all they are doing is setting up the characters, atmosphere and the over all story.

I read some of it out loud (to get a feel of the novel) away from the crowds of course.

"I crawl out of my bed, and slowly get in my clothes. I'm in a haze. But once I remember what I am meant to do today, I hurry and run out of the house. "Don't worry. I'll find you." I mumble to myself."

I finally have read the first few pages, so I decide to sit by the fountain and finish the last few drops of my pineapple flavoured FiZ. The sound of the fountain is really relaxing. I wish I could just lie down with my book and fall asleep.

As I drink the FiZ, I notice something.

It's the pink haired girl that I can't remember the name of. She's reading some sort of manga. It's called 'Doki Doki manga club!'

I study the cover of the manga. It's very bright, with four girls doing some sort of pose. It looks like some sort of harem manga. I wonder why the pink haired girl would ever read a harem?

The four girls are very...stereotypical. A shy one, a confident one, a cheerful one, and an irritated one.

I've never been intrigued by those kind of things.

I catch myself.

Oh no! I'm being judgemental! Literally only a few moments before, I was thinking about how I don't like how people judge me for my hobbies, but here I am, judging my school mate about her interests! I'm such a hypocrite...

The school bell rings, abruptly breaking me out of my thought, and I walk into the school building.

I've got science first, but I don't really care. All I care about is punishing myself for being so judgemental and hypocritical towards the pink haired girl.

I walk slowly to the class, to make sure I don't look weird.

I gently open the classroom door. I look out for anybody in the classroom. I must punish myself for being so judgemental and hypocritical. That is the kind of person I despise.

Nobody is here. Perfect.

I walk over to the basin and grab my trusty dagger from my bag-

I hear the door aggressively swing open, making a loud crash against the wall. I jump.

Somebody walks in, their footsteps extremely loud. My heart pounds. I quickly pocket the knife again.

"Washing your hands Yuri?" A voice behind me. My heart pounds evermore fiercely.

"U-Umm, Yes. Of course." I lied. I breathe more heavily with every passing second.

I take a good look behind me.

It's him again. The one that always torments me. He doesn't abuse me physically, but he teases me. He acts as if I'm a weirdo, and anybody who talks to me is also a weirdo.

Although, maybe I am, as I don't even know his name.

"Ok, bye. I don't even want to know what you were doing." He scoffs and walks to his seat.

People start to fill the room, and I find myself rather uncomfortable. I can barely hear the sensei over other student's chatter.

Since I rarely look up, so I can avoid eye contact, I don't even know who sits next to me.

I look up. It's that pink haired girl. I get a better look at her. She doesn't look her age, she looks quite a few years younger than eighteen. She has her pink hair organised in nice patterns and pigtails.

"Oh, hello." She smirks.

"I'm Natsuki, do you even know my name? I saw you looking at me at the plaza." She can barely hold down a laugh.

"Now I can see exactly why nobody li-"

"P-Please don't. I'm not hurting you, am I? Why can't you leave me alone?" I suddenly raise my voice. I really shouldn't of done that.

People look over at me, and they are sniggering...

I look back to Natsuki.

I can see a second of guilt on Natsuki's face, before it is replaced with her usual face once more.

"Sorry. I don't really know why I did that. Yuri, do you want to do the experiment with me?" Natsuki looks like she wants to redeem herself.

"A-Ah, why would you want to work with me of all people?" I stammer.

"Because you're smart." Natsuki smiles.

"I may look smart, but I'm really not.." I mumble.

Natsuki suddenly grabs my hand and yanks me up.

"Come on, Yuri"