"'walking in a straight line?'
That's not really her style.
'We all got the same heartbeat'
But hers is falling behind.
'Nothing in this world could ever bring us down.'
Yeah. Their invincible.
'Shes just in the backround.'"
She sighed as she drew more stuff in her notepad. A detailed DNA ladder. Very detailed. Colorful.
Then she removed 4 parts of the ladder. You'd wonder why.
She drew a straight line to write her name on. She couldn't. Instead she drew a curved line. Nicely.
She replaced the missing DNA with pink ribbons.
She crumpled the paper and threw it out.
The class had to stop to take a picture. They pushed her onto the floor.
They pushed her to the back.
"I wish that I could be like the cool kids. All the cool kids, seem to fit it. I wish that I could be like the cool kids. Like the cool kids..."
The bell rang.
She stepped outside to leave.
Once again, she was trampled by 31 other kids. She coughed loudly.
She walked home clenching her chest.
"How are you, honey? Has it gotten better?" her mother asked.
"I think we have to go back to the hospital..." she said. She fell to the floor.
Don't be a cool kid and trample people. Even if they aren't dying of a sickness, don't trample people!
