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This is so strange.....I was bored in Band about a week ago and wrote it...
ALONE IN THE COMMON ROOM.....
Here I am...all alone again. There's a jumble of people who I don't know all around me. I know their names, but not them. I don't want to know them, and I get the impression that they don't want to know me. I don't want their pity. For the most part, I don't want their friendship. They have their circles of friends. There is no room for me. I don't mind. I just feel so alone. I sit here listening to the chatter about me. I wish I had someone to talk to. There is no use in complaining about it. I should do something, but what?
There are some who are nice to me. Some people I can talk to, but they have their friends. They talk to them most of the time though. They worry about me sometimes, but I'm alright. I have to work out my problems for myself, they don't need to worry about me. I have my own little world. It might seem weird to everyone else, but I feel safe being alone. I like the things I like, I feel the way I feel. No one can change that. Some people can't understand that. I can;t understand most people though, so I can;t blame them. If I had two wishes, one of them would be to see the world through another's eyes. To see what they see.
Everyone wonders what I do in the corner by myself. I read. I think I like to read because it gives me insight into the way other's think.
Everyone in here looks so happy. Ugh...I need my friends...then I could be happy too. I wish all of my friends went to school here, but they can't.
No one has come to talk to me yet. There are almost fifty people in this room, and no one, not a single person has said a word to me. You would think they would at least say "Hi."
In class when I mess up everyone looks at me like I'm a retard. I feel so miserable. I can do it. They don;t know what I can really do. No one does. Some people try to help me, and some others look at me with hope in their eyes that someday I will do things right. I am grateful for it. Those are the people who matter. Those who laugh and look at me with disgust don't matter. I should try to get to know the nice people better. Maybe, just maybe they could be my friends. That group of three is always looking out for me. They talk to me. Maybe that group of three will open up their group and let me make it four. Maybe I can show them my true potential. Maybe I will be alone in the common room no more.
ALL DONE!!!!!! I told you it was weird...If you didn't figure it out it's about Neville wanting to be friends w/ Harry and Co. and all that stuff about no one knowing his true power. He is a great wizard...I'm telling you he is. Well, I gotta go now...BYE!!!!
~Melissa
This is so strange.....I was bored in Band about a week ago and wrote it...
ALONE IN THE COMMON ROOM.....
Here I am...all alone again. There's a jumble of people who I don't know all around me. I know their names, but not them. I don't want to know them, and I get the impression that they don't want to know me. I don't want their pity. For the most part, I don't want their friendship. They have their circles of friends. There is no room for me. I don't mind. I just feel so alone. I sit here listening to the chatter about me. I wish I had someone to talk to. There is no use in complaining about it. I should do something, but what?
There are some who are nice to me. Some people I can talk to, but they have their friends. They talk to them most of the time though. They worry about me sometimes, but I'm alright. I have to work out my problems for myself, they don't need to worry about me. I have my own little world. It might seem weird to everyone else, but I feel safe being alone. I like the things I like, I feel the way I feel. No one can change that. Some people can't understand that. I can;t understand most people though, so I can;t blame them. If I had two wishes, one of them would be to see the world through another's eyes. To see what they see.
Everyone wonders what I do in the corner by myself. I read. I think I like to read because it gives me insight into the way other's think.
Everyone in here looks so happy. Ugh...I need my friends...then I could be happy too. I wish all of my friends went to school here, but they can't.
No one has come to talk to me yet. There are almost fifty people in this room, and no one, not a single person has said a word to me. You would think they would at least say "Hi."
In class when I mess up everyone looks at me like I'm a retard. I feel so miserable. I can do it. They don;t know what I can really do. No one does. Some people try to help me, and some others look at me with hope in their eyes that someday I will do things right. I am grateful for it. Those are the people who matter. Those who laugh and look at me with disgust don't matter. I should try to get to know the nice people better. Maybe, just maybe they could be my friends. That group of three is always looking out for me. They talk to me. Maybe that group of three will open up their group and let me make it four. Maybe I can show them my true potential. Maybe I will be alone in the common room no more.
ALL DONE!!!!!! I told you it was weird...If you didn't figure it out it's about Neville wanting to be friends w/ Harry and Co. and all that stuff about no one knowing his true power. He is a great wizard...I'm telling you he is. Well, I gotta go now...BYE!!!!
~Melissa