The pain of being pushed against the school lockers never fails. People don't understand what I go through everyday 24/7.
They call me names. I'm excluded and considered a "freak" and an "outsider". My life is already torture, their just making everything worse. As I'm waking down the hall amongst the people who don't understand, I notice how awful my life truly is. I've lost my mom, my father abandoned my mother, and my so called gift has costed me all my friends, and having foster parents who couldn't care less about me doesn't help.
By now I've been tripped and stumbled on, and sitting against the lockers as people laugh at me. "OHH A GHOST,haha" , says someone in the crowd. Your probably wondering how people know. Well I stupidly mistaked a girl as someone I could tell a secret to, and the rest I shouldn't have to explain.
