I can't take it anymore...

Let's start somewhere, Shall we?

Daniel Harris POV: (THOUGHTS)

Alright. Let's try this again.

"If I have to move away, what would you do?" I say, with a tight voice.

"Hmm... I don't know." She said.

"Okay.. thank you for your response...."

She walked past me, rolling her eyes. She said something that made me want to yell.

I'm Daniel Harris, just a 17-year-old with no friends, only acquaintances. I'm super smart and creative, but it's hard for me to talk with other people. I don't know why, but I was so talkative when I was younger.

"Hey, your Mr. Harris, right?"

I sighed.

"Are you looking for the teacher.... Mr. Harris?"

The boy nodded.

"Or are you that lonely, weird kid who draws almost twenty-four seven?"

My shoulders slump. So that's what people see me as.

"I guess. My name is-"

"Gotta go. See you around kid!"

I held my books close. Damn that kid. I went to my next class, and pulled out my notebook. I look through all my drawings.

(Am I really weird to people? I know I'm quiet, but, weird?) I thought.

I sat down at my desk as the teacher looked my way.

"Put that away Mr. Harris."

I did as she said.

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After class, someone bumped my shoulder.

"HEY! Your the weird kid from earlier, right???"

I held my books close to my chest.

"Yeah... If you confuse me.... for Mr. Harris..."

The boy nodded.

"Aaron."

I looked at him.

"Dan..."

I sighed.

"Daniel."

He blinked twice, since he wasn't listening.

"What?"

"I'm leaving." I say fast.

He gripped my shoulder. I pushed him away and started to walk to the doors.

"Leave...me....alone...Alright..?" I whispered.

He didn't hear me. Shit.

"I SAID.. GET AWAY FROM ME!" I shouted.

I got looks from the kids around, and Aaron.

"Well, shit. Fine. I just wanted to talk, but fine. Be a bitch then."

I just continued to walk to the doors. I didn't need anyone at this point. The bell rang, and people started to leave as well. I could hear the whispers about what just happened. I gripped my bag strap.

"No. No. No. No." I said to myself.

As I walked home, I could hear the roar of the engines from the cars and buses. It got annoying, so I put on my own music from my phone.

I looked across the street, and I could see my cousin with his friends. He spots me, and says something to his friends before coming towards me.

(Stop walking this way. Please stop walking this way.) I thought.