• Be thankful for the gifts that have been given to you, because when it is taken away, you will know how lost you really could be.

    Intro:

    I sat alone...again, at lunch holding my books defensevely to my chest as i walked to a cold concrete picnic table at my high school. I quickly sliped on my grey worn sweater and set my books down on the red spraypainted table. My breath was showing in the cool air and i had senslessly only brought my old sweater that i had since i was in the eighth grade, to my concrete almost completely outdoor school.

    I sighed and sat down looking at my books wondering what homework i should do first to soak up my boreing lonely lunch...Algebra...Science...or World History...I thought to which one would take more time and i chose Algebra. I opened my book and found a large piece of chewed pink gum stuck on the page that the assignment was on. I groaned angrily and came to the conclusion that homework was overrated. I slowly stood up and closed the poor tortured math book stacking it ontop of the others and holding it against my chest again pretending that the books had some magical power to make me dissapear. I walked through a few buildings and caught a few glances from other students, but I didnt reply with a "hi" or a look back. Because i knew that the only reason they were looking at me was because of the large burn that deformed the right half of my face.

    "Its okay honey, its not that bad." I recalled my mother saying to me that morning before i got on the bus. But she didnt see the way they looked at me, she was beautiful and had two eyes the same color and looked almost identical on each side of her face. She didnt have to deal with children pointing and shreaking in terror and aw. Sometimes i thought that i should probably be in a circus instead of the real world. Thats actually what alot of other people thought as well.

    I walked towards my Algebra class to get a new book, knowing that if i tried to get the gum off of the book myself that i would just end up tearing out the page. As i steped into the room a gust of heat overcame my body and made me feel like melting in a seat. But, i wasnt surprised to see a crowd in the class, happily jabbing at eachother in the heat of the room. I walked strait over to the bookshelf and grabed a new book then sliped the old one on Mr. C's old oak desk and walked back out of the room unnoticed...or so i had thought...