Prolouge

Slowly. Ever so slowly I walk through these halls. Wishing I didn't come here. Wishing I was never even born. All I do is wish but nothing comes true. I look around, everyone bustling and talking among themselves. The occasional snicker and push or trip as I walk past was something I've become numb to. Every day I go through the same routine. Never having any variation. Always consisting of waking up, coming to school, getting beat up, and going home crying. Because I'm the one that's different. The anomaly in this school. My world is crumbling and there's no way to rebuild the walls.

THIS IS A SAD STORY SO YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. SOME OF THE THINGS I WRITE ARE THINGS IVE WENT THROUGH SO DONT BE INSENSITIVE.