I went through a week with my head down.
I didn’t write anything.
I didn’t watch anything.
I didn’t meet anyone’s eyes.
I definitely didn’t take anything.
I didn’t sneak through anyone’s stuff.
I was a good girl.
In a way, the school protected me.
it’s got nooks and crannies where
I can hide when the teasing gets bad.
I love the school for that, but
it was almost like torture, as
I tried not to watch people so much. Maybe
it was my staring that put them on edge. But
I don’t think I stare.
It’s just… people fascinate me.