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A fresh start... that's what Aunty Claudia called it. And I suppose she's right. Hard to get much fresher than moving alone to a different state. Hard to get much scarier, too. Everyone I've met has seemed nice enough, but... I still feel like everyone is trying to figure me out. Nobody's asked "What's your deal?" yet, but I'm sure it's just a matter of time. I'm sure things can't be that much different here. Nicer beds, better lighting, food that doesn't taste like gravel, but the purpose is the same. Fix the broken people. Help the lost children find their way home.
I don't mean to complain. A lot of people have it worse than me, I know. Still, I can't help but envy the normal kids. The kids whose biggest worries are who's going to ask them to prom, and whether they're going to pass finals. The kinds of kids I'll be going to class with all too soon. I hope I'm ready for all that. I hope I won't stand out as being a year a year behind. I hope I'll be able to blend into the crowd long enough to survive high school.
I hope I won't always be a freak.
I don't mean to complain. A lot of people have it worse than me, I know. Still, I can't help but envy the normal kids. The kids whose biggest worries are who's going to ask them to prom, and whether they're going to pass finals. The kinds of kids I'll be going to class with all too soon. I hope I'm ready for all that. I hope I won't stand out as being a year a year behind. I hope I'll be able to blend into the crowd long enough to survive high school.
I hope I won't always be a freak.
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