Kurt's View
I don't understand. I try to make friends and be friendly but no one seems to care. My mommy always told me to be nice, and that nice people were treated nicely. And she never lies to me. So why was being nice making me be avoided? Was this a backwards town or something?
My first day of school was horrible. Everyone that I approached didn't even bat an eyelash at me. They kept doing what they were doing before, like I wasn't even there. I'm not invisible. I'm not a ghost.
It's been two weeks since I've started. I hate it here. My mom for the first time in my life lied to me. She said I'd love our new life here, I'd be happy here. I'm not. How could I be happy when the only person who will acknowledge my existence is my own mom?
Well, not everything sucks. I'm able to keep up with schoolwork and work in peace since no one bothers me. I don't have to worry about bad influences either. So that's good. Right now we're reading Romeo and Juliet. I don't see why all the kids complain about this book, I find it beautiful. And if they just listen and pay attention they could understand the language. It's not that hard.
In the middle of writing my essay on if their love was really love or not my pencil snapped. I sighed, knowing now I would have to disrupt the quiet in the room just to get up and sharpen it. I slid my chair backwards to get up and it scraped across the floor. I winced as a few heads turned to see me getting up. I ignored them and started walking to the front. Besides what was I worried about? No one would care what I did.
Halfway up the aisle though, I tripped. I was never the most graceful person, but I never tripped over my own two feet. I saw the floor coming at me fast, and then it was black. All I could hear was a faint singing in the back of my head.
You'll be alright
No one can hurt you now
Come morning light
You and I'll be safe and sound
I opened my eyes to see that my cheek becoming good friends with the floor. I quickly got up and dusted of my pants. I hated dirt. Once my pants looked presentable again I kept walking to the front of the room to sharpen my pencil. Once I finished I turned around to see everyone staring at me like I grew a second head. Instead to dwelling on the fact they gave me some sort of reaction to my presence, I went back to my desk and continued working.
My nose hurts.