The first time
I learned I was
Different
Was when I
Was six and playing
With a girl
In a sandbox
At the park.
She wouldn't let me
On the swing
And when I
Told her it
Was my turn
She got off and smiled
At me.
I thought we'd be friends
Because she seemed nice.
But then I heard it.
My head rung
With the words
I hate her.
And then I
Went home and cried
For hours.
YOU ARE READING
infected with pain
Teen FictionHi! This is a new story about a girl who can read all the negative thoughts of the people around her. I really appreciate comments and critiques. -Lafayette
