Different by Ava

I am Different.

Everyone knows it.I've seen the way that they look at me, like I'm some sort of freak.

I know they skirt away from me in the hallways, as if

I am contagious.

The teachers treat me different ,too.”Come on,Marie, write this prompt down.”I stare at the words on the whiteboard....So that is why I am always last…

The letters seem to mix and twist around, moving to fast for me to see.

I cry out, but no one hears me.The world spins.Everything goes dark.Leaving me alone.

Alone.

As usual...