Difficult (Complete)

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---Firkle's pov---

I walked down the halls. People "bumped" me and others flat out shoved me. I would run into other people who'd glare and tell me to fuck off or watch where I was going.

Ever since I was little, I was always a weird kid. The goth kid. Ever since kindergarten.

At first, I didn't ever show up to class. Then, in early elementary years, I shows up rarely, but enough to pass. By the time I made it to late elementary school, I was only cutting classes and missing days less, but still often. Now I'm in my middle school, 8th grade. And nothing's changed.

When I say nothing, I mean nothing. I'm the same height as before, as pointed out by many people. I have the same high pitched girly voice as before that I am also, constantly reminded of.

And I still have a small, super small, crush on Ike Broflovski. It's not like that'll ever happen though. I mean, a popular kid everyone loves and is friends with, together with a goth kid no one likes? Please.

I'd be shocked if he even knew I existed. If he knew my name, oh, that'd give me a heart attack.

I know he couldn't love someone as weird as me, but I can't blame him. How can someone love someone who doesn't love them self?