I walk to the school, arms crossed over my body and jacket tight around my torso. My dyed black hair covers my purple-rimmed eye and make-up covers the rest. Arriving, I push my way through the hallways and look for a familiar face.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Late to school, I get there during second period. I take out a fake tardy pass and the teacher glances at it before nodding and throwing it in the trash.
I smirk and make my way to the last seat in the back, plopping down and immidiatly zoning out. Blah, Blah, Blah...
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
/I think, today,/ he thought back, /the important fact is that I don't/ need /to be better than him. He can just be a person. And I... I can just be one too./ — Adolin (Wind and Truth by Brandon Sanderson)