September 5th - Second Day of School
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It seems like no one really notices that there are other people in the world that are different than they are here at Woodroof. They all just walk around, oblivious to the fact that there are other people unless...unless the person isn't different from them. I've never written a diary in my life, EVER. Now it seems to be the only way that I can cope with all this 'void-of-emotion' stuff. And just so we're clear, it's a journal, NOT a diary. At my old school I would've given anything to not have been noticed at all. Nobody really paid close attention to me but they still noticed and made fun. Here I would give anything so somebody would actually talk to me, besides the teachers. Today was just as bad as yesterday. I tried striking up conversation with a ton of people, but no one even acted like they heard me. They just kept doing whatever they were doing and completely ignored me!! Obviously, I got P'd off and by the time the last bell had rang, I had screamed at anyone who even glanced at me.
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September 6th - Third Day of School
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I CANNOT BELIEVE IT!! Nobody, not a single person, including the teachers, even looked at me today. I tried apologizing to the people that I had screamed at yesterday but they acted like they didn't hear me or see me. I raised my hand tens of times during each class, trying to get called on, but even the teachers were acting like they didn't know I existed. This is starting to really tick me off because nobody believes me. I could live with it (maybe) if I had someone to complain about it to but mom and dad, my old friends, everyone, won't believe me!! They give me the 'you're-acting-paranoid' look and walk off saying, "Sorry, Heather, but you need to deal with change. Saying mean things about your new friends isn't becoming." The first time I heard this from Mom, I argued with her. "First of all, they aren't my 'new friends' and second of all, I can't deal with change and you know it! It doesn't matter if the people are void of emotion or not!" Mom just glanced at me with an 'end-of-discussion' glare and kept walking. I had stormed off to tell Dad and got the same response. I was furious and came up to my room write it all down before I set something on fire.
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September 7th - Fourth Day of School
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There has been no change at all in any of the people since yesterday. Everyone acted like they didn't see or hear me. I fell in P.E. and when I tried telling Mr. Danport, he just kept observing the class, acting like he hadn't seen me fall or couldn't even hear me. Finally I gave up and went to the office to ask for an ice pack. When I walked up, Mrs. Gaven was typing on her computer. I had expected her to look up when she heard me but she just kept typing away. I cleared my throat and she still kept typing. "Um, excuse me," I had said. No reply. "Mrs., um, Gaven," I said, looking at her name plate. "I need an ice pack. I fell in P.E.." She didn't even blink. I threw my arms up in frustration and then it hit me: if no one realized I was here, then I could probably just go home without them noticing. 'Ok,' I thought. 'This will work out fine. Every morning, I'll just start walking to school, hide, wait until Mom leaves and then go home, leave before Mom gets home, and then stroll in at the usual time so she doesn't get suspicious. Heather, you are a genius!' I praised to myself. Slowly, I started walking to my locker. When I got there, I emptied it, and closed it softly, and slowly walked back down the hall. I made it to the front doors before I heard a voice. 'They couldn't be talking to me because no one notices the glasses-wearing, non-name brand wearing -' My thought had been stopped short when the voice called again, louder this time. "Hey!" the person called. "Where do you think you're going?" I turned around and found Mr. Danport staring intently at me. "Um, I, was, uh," I had stammered. He walked over and grabbed me by the shirt, halling me back into the gym. "Get back to work like the rest of your class," he had roared at me. When I dropped my backpack on the ground, he suddenly looked confused, and it looked as though he was staring right through me. I had shaked my head and pushed past him, joining my group again. No one said anything to me for the rest of the day.
