Chapter 3

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"We just kind of did our own thing and got made fun of by the popular kids. It was kind of like a badge of honor to be an outcast."

All I can say that today at school was another day of hell.

I hate the stupid bitches in school.

In English we all had to recite a poem we had written. Once I presented I knew this was gonna be bad. I spoke with sadness and passion; for my poem was my life. It was called "The Outcast." I held the audience and many people looked like they knew what I was talking about. My teacher looked pretty surprised, I noticed.

I felt pretty good about myself, I have to say. I don't like pouring my heart out in talking, but in poetry that's a different story.

Then perfects came up to me and told me

"Don't feel bad. A lot of people have no talent!"

Another said making a sad face

"As an outsider, what do you think of the human race?"

The whole group laughed in unison.

Then I spat back

"I'd like to kick you in the teeth, but why should I improve your looks?"

They stopped laughing. Looks of surprise cross their perfectly made- up faces.

I smile and look at the other who had insulted me.

"Any similarity between you and a human is purely coincidental!"

I push past them.

"BITCH!" one of them mumble.

I turn around and look at her straight in the eye

"Yes, yes you are."

And I head to my next class.

All in all today could've been worse.

Well, needless to say I went straight to my home.

Yes, I said it.

Home.

Now a couple of weeks have gone by and I have explored the mansion top to bottom.

I knew where everything was, it was an interesting old mansion.

I crept upstairs to the top of the mansion and looked out at the view. It was very foggy today but it was nice.

I started to talk about my day at school. I was getting to the part about how I finally met my first "friend" here. Then I heard something.

I turn around I see a flash of silver. Then gone.

I was never alone here…

I back up away from the light of the room gave. Away from the light, into the darkness.

"I'm so sorry. I never meant to case any trouble. " I fumble in my bag and pull out a flashlight.

I turn it on and come face to face with a man.

I could've screamed but I didn't.

I just stood there. Looked into his eyes. I knew the eyes where the windows to someone's soul. This man was feeling pure sadness.

I dropped the flashlight. I felt I needed to speak with him. He seemed so lonely.

"Did you listen to me?" I ask childishly.

Somehow, I knew that he wouldn't hurt me.

He stood there for a few seconds and responded

"Ever since you first came." His voice, so lonely, so sad, and so frightful.

"My name is…" I began.

"Antoinette." He responded carefully.

"Yes." I responded. "And yours, sir may I ask what is your name?"

A small frown came upon his face and his head drooped and answered

"Edward."

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