Outsider

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I walk down the hall with my head down. Crowds push past, everyone from Freshmen to Seniors. No one spares a second glance at me. Sometimes I feel like they don't even see me.

It's been weeks since my friends have spoken to me. I stay quiet now, not wanting to attract attention. I never do. Well almost never.

Sometimes I make the mistake of stepping on the back of someone's shoe in the hall, or turning too quickly and sending someone's books tumbling across the floor. They turn to look who did it and I hold my breath.

I expect them to see me and be angry or say mean things, just like usual. But no one does. Rather than looking at me angrily, they seem to be looking past me in confusion. Through me almost.

Now you know why I killed myself those dreadful weeks ago...

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