Gone From Reality

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The next few days blurred by for Myla. It was the same every day.

Wake up.

Get ready.

Go to school.

Get laughed at.

Survive through the day.

Come back home.

Do homework.

Eat Nutella.

Eat more Nutella.

Sleep.

And then repeating all over again.

It just didn't make sense. How Myla just simply couldn't fit in. It was like the entire school was a puzzle, and Myla was a piece from an entirely different set. It just didn't fit. It was as simple as that.

Yet it was so much more complicated.

Myla didn't just "not fit." She wasn't just a different piece. In fact, she wasn't different at all.

It was the fact that she was normal.

In fact, many people were envious of Myla's indifference of the world. How Myla didn't care what others thought of her, what they said of her.

At least, that's what other people thought.

Yet Myla did care about what others said.

But unlike most people, she didn't show it.

Mainly because she didn't have anyone to talk about feelings to.

If only life were as simple as a puzzle.

Yet, it seems to be entirely more complicated.