I'm Not Crazy

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There are days that I wonder what it is that I'm doing, why I'm in this situation. Every day, I walk these halls and look at all the people who call themselves friends, and I know. All of them hate me. I'm not feeling sorry for myself, I'm not imagining things. I know they hate me, I see it in their words, I hear it in their eyes. I'm not crazy, I'm just different. I see things differently. Where there are words, I see pictures. Where I'm outside, I hear everything that happens. I could close my eyes and know everything that happens. I'm not lying to you, I'm not crazy. Just different. 

I walk down the hall my locker is in, and I hear everyone's eyes follow me. The dangerous smell of lavender gets overpowered by the perfume from all the prissy rich girls in my grade, and I see them sneering at me as I walk by. I open my locker, and freeze when I feel somebody looking over my shoulder.