As I drag my feet up the slabs of concrete steps leading up to my school, I wonder if today will be any different from the day before, or the one before that. I wonder if I'll find another of the Strange within the confining walls of the ordinary. I wonder if I'll pluck up the courage to shout my Strangeness to the world as I desperately wish I could.
I think of high school as a jungle. The metaphor is over used but it is so extremely true. The human race has a chain of command, just as the animal kingdom does. The cheerleaders sit at the top, ruling over their peers with their bleached hair and false nails, while jocks follow them, watching, hoping that they will glance at their overly toned bodies and fall in lust. And then the nerds and dorks sit at the bottom, some content to stay in their place; their comfort zone, and fly under the radar, and others still futilely to climb their way to the top. The people in between are no different. In high school, you either sink, swim, or float.
My school is catholic, much to my displeasure. Everyday I walk into the concrete jungle and plaster a smile on my face because, really, who is going to look close enough to see how fake I am? Even my friends don't notice my depression, I guess I'm a better actress then I thought.
Stay Strange my lovelies
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