They
were called the freaks, the nobodies.
The nameless.
Perhaps they had goals, dreams, plans, lives. None of this was ever seen.
They were the different ones, the ones that nobody bothered to find out
where they came from, or where they went when they were gone.
No one knew who they were, or even cared. Merely an individual that was
stripped of pride and dignity every moment of their waking lives, and took
it quietly. When they disappeared, someone else was always willing to take
their place.
A handful reside in every high school. They infest the halls and populate
the back of classrooms, the nameless faces with headphones looped around
their ears. They speak to no one, not even their own kind.
They are the ones who melt into the crowd after graduation and are quickly
discarded from the memories of their fellow students. Becoming the face
in the year book that everyone remembers, but nobody knew. Not much can
be said about them by anybody, not even themselves. Because that's
who they are, nobody.
In the social pattern their positions have been set aside, but there was
one who refused to be forgotten, one who refused to be shuffled through
the crowd like a useless card in a worn out deck.
There was one, and he was remembered by the world.
