Shawndean Blackhorse

Memories

September 28th 2006, Thursday 4:37 pm I don't talk much, I also don't make eye contact, especially with my peers. If I don't see them maybe they don't see me either. Senior year in high school isn't all that it's cracked up to be. My classes are fine and the teachers have a tendency to check on me. But the students, I can feel them staring right through me. I cower because I know I am different, I'm done trying to fit in. So I stay away.