The Outcast #76

He walks with his head down, never saying very much to anyone. His ideas, memories , and thoughts all bottled up in his head. Everyone around says he’s weird, however no one ever talks to him. He wears his cloths a little funny and is not in the latest fashion. He doesn’t smell like he showered lately. The kids point and laugh as he walks by. The girls whisper and the boys taunt. Yet this kid says nothing. He pretends he does not hear the horrible things they are saying about him. When he sits in the classroom he sits in back. I guess he figures the more invisible he can make himself the better he can get through the long day of school. In gym class he used to stay away from everyone. Not talking just reading a book. At lunch he would sit by himself. I could not ever put myself in that kids shoes. He didn’t have any friends and his school life was miserable. I still think about that boy. I actually met him in the 8th grade. From what I do know he was pretty much alone all of the time. His dad was a truck driver and his mother did not live with them. In 8th grade he pretty much was raising himself. I don’t know why I think of this kid. We weren’t friends. We had nothing in common except he was in my classes. To this day I never hear anything about him. He didn’t go to high school with us. The only time anything is ever mentioned is when some old friends and I get together and talk about junior high.