I was lying down on a chilly, November evening, in the green, dewy, grass. The desolate park smelled of newly fallen leaves. I could feel the dew through my jeans, soaked and frigid. My thoughts were of all of the reasons why I am scorned in my life, but mostly at the jail yard we call school.

I wear all of the popular clothes, tight and uncomfortable blue jeans, see-through and skimpy tops, even down to the seventy-dollar shoes. Once I started to wear these improper clothes, still everybody looked down on me, so I tried to pay more attention in class. I became a straight-A student, and everyone still hated me. I was both smart and had expensive clothes, so why did they loathe me still?

I took in a deep breath, and the cold, autumn air filled my lungs, and both chilled and refreshed me. Dad would start worrying if I stayed much longer. The sky was turning brilliant shades of red and orange, and the air was becoming colder every minute.

"Ha! Her be as cool as us?" Sasha said disdainfully. She pushed me into my locker with a swift hit to my chest. A surge of pain ripped through my body, and I tasted blood. Lauren looked away disappointed, and turned to me. I saw fear and hurt in her eyes, and she ran off, leaving me to be found by the teachers after school. That was the last time I can remember myself having a friend, someone that cared for me, understood me, stand up for me...

Remembering times like those, which there were many, make me feel like I'm going to be sick. My chest physically hurt after remembering that, but I'm not sure if it was from the hit, or from the pain of knowing Lauren would never talk to me again. I just don't know. Don't know why I am hated, why my friends left me, or why my life is falling apart.

I stood up, my muscles aching from the sudden movement, picked up my backpack, heavy from the books and papers, slung it over my shoulder, and shuffled off towards home. On the bench, I saw something spray painted on the seat.

You ArE A WIeRdo, WhaT ArE YoU DoiNg HeRE?

I ran the rest of the way home, tears streaming down my face.