acidsparkles

Freak is whispered as I walk down the hall. In my eyes this is a complement but I know what they meant. I have heard all of the names. Some bother me like, poser. A lot don't anymore. In today's society being different is a crime. I am like a fugitive, trying to escape from reality. The classroom is bustling with noise. I walk in and the room is silent. I hear so-called friends whispering my name. I know it is bad…, it always is. If only people would stop judging them self's and me… what a world this would be. I hear the bell ring. The school day is over and so is another horrible day in my life.

My world, my sanctuary. I flee to my world at the twilight of my thoughts; it seems that the strings are cut. I am freed from my puppet life. I am free in my world. I land with a thud that sends a wave of darkness across the strange land. As I take a step, under my feet there is a trial of colors. I take another step another step as a splash of color emerges from under me. Not before long I am running through my world. I close my deep brown eyes. I seem to be flying through my world. Waves of color being to shoot into my world with the flick of my finger. I feel the wind wiping all around me. I stop at my marvelous pink cherry blossom tree. A