Lets just get straight to the story.
My name is Aster, meaning small light surviving in a cold place, and I was 4, when I started Kindy. I thought it would be an amazing place to express my feelings, have fun, and make friends. But no. By the end of the year, I was known as, "Stinky Girl". This is because I stunk at everything. I was short, I was the crazy one, and no-one liked me. People still called me that in the few years that came after that.
The rumors got so bad, that I cried every night just because I felt like I could never belong. I just kept it to myself and tried to fight off the curses that people kept giving me.
It became too much, but that's when I finally got a friend. Everyone before that used to pretend, and give me scraps of the food they spat out, until I couldn't keep my anger to myself.
I raged. I didn't mean to, but sometimes, you just can't keep it in and have to express your feelings.
That was the last time I did.
The worst part was, that my friend had ditched me after that.
That was years ago. I still haven't told anyone about my real feelings.
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Trapped
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