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The bell rings signalling the beginning of lunch and that is when I run faster than the speed of light trying to avoid her. She yells, calling my name and runs after me but I pretend not to hear her. My friends look at me with sympathy Glad it's me and not them I try to lose her but she grabs my wrist I want to scream and tell her to go away But I'm too polite I tell her to leave me alone But she doesn't listen No matter what I do Or what I say She won't leave me alone

I sit in the corner, not knowing where to look, or what to do with my hands. I cower in the corner, afraid to look up and meet their prying eyes. How is it that everyone is the same, all the same ages, all talk the same language, yet everyone are treated so different? I don't like the same music as everyone else, don't talk about the same things as everyone else, and don't dress the same as everyone else. People says different is good, but is it? Why does everyone judge me then? The teacher walks in. She is wearing the same outfit, as always, the same grim expression, as always, and greets the class, the same way, as always. Her eyes scan the

How often we must bear the challenges of life; The endless roller coaster between happiness and sadness The constant ups and downs? Life is not an easy road It twists and turns But we are always are given a choice ... Do we take the high road ... or the low road? Do we take the easy path ... or the difficult one? While standing We are urged to take the mnost comfortable path The road with least resistance ... The shortest or most traveled route. However if we've been down that comfortable road before; Then you've learned lessons from your experiences; it is this times, that you look back, and reflect on what everything y