This is a Matheus chapter, asked for by gleechick21. I've done this like a diary entry, hope you like it!
Dear Journal,
It sucks being me. Well, that's a lie, sometimes it's great. But today is one of those days when it isn't going right. I don't wanna talk about it, but all I'm going to say is I have a really sore foot that I will be nursing for the next few days.
Anyway, here's the deal. Everyday, I wake up at six and get changed. I brush, wash and eat a slice of brown toast before hopping on the school bus. This sounds normal, but really it's the like the walk of shame. I sit with Ellis, who is my best friend. NO, I DON'T LIKE LIKE HER... MUCH. Anyway, that's private and off the point. The real moral is that, being different is practically impossible when you're surrounded by nut cases and small minded, judgemental morons. If only I could escape, and be myself. I just want to break away. Because being different doesn't mean that you're abnormal, or a freak. It just means that you're not afraid to show who you are, and not hide behind a mask. I wish that the... people at school could see that. I wish I could find a home.