She's walking down the hallway when she hears another laugh from behind her. It's like they don't give up. What are they laughing at anyways? She turns to see and falls right over as she runs into somebody. Her books splatter all over the floor and she hits the floor with a crack of her leg. A hand is extended and she looks into the eyes of the stranger she collided with. He's talking. He's smiling. Is he laughing? Nothing's coming in clear. All of the noise disappears like somebody soundproofed her mind. Jumping up, she runs as far away as she can. Her feet carry her to the girls' bathroom two floors up. She locks herself into a stall and wonders what happened. Why did he talk to her? What did he say? Why was everybody laughing?





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It's the first day of school. Her parents are smiling and patting her on the back. Something like congrats kid, you made it to high school in one piece. She understands them. They don't understand her. Packed up, shipped out, unpacked, and left alone in a crazy world that she knows she'll never understand. She gets to the bus stop and the three teenagers stare at her for a few minutes before talking or turning up their ipods. The little boy also waiting for the bus sits on the ground throwing rocks back and forth between his hands not saying anything or looking at anybody. She likes him. She boards and sits alone in a middle seat. People stare at her. She knows they're pointing and talking. She's new. Good for them to notice. Gets to school and it all falls out of control. Girls and guys she doesn't want to know come up to her and try to talk. She feels her face grow red. What are they saying? Is that even english? The teachers call on her and get mad when she doesn't answer. She can't read the blackboard, but she's sure there's a math equation on it. Assignments don't make sense. The people don't make sense. At lunch, she runs home and locks herself in her bedroom and cries. Why did her parents make her come here? There's nothing here. Nothing makes sense. Nobody here matters. All she wants is to remember.....



Just some drafty clips of a story in my head. I don't want to write it, but this is shit I can't forget, so I just typed it quick. Kinda run-onish but it works.