MondayMonday 8:54 amI am sad. I have been like this for a whilenow. There are a lot of things that make me sad, but I won’t show it. I can’t.nobody can know just how weak I really am. I want to curl up in a ball andhide, but I don’t. I can’t. I straighten my back and force a smile on my faceas I walk along the gum stained walkways that lead to class. The air is brisk.I inhale it slowly, trying to keep the tears at bay for just a little whilelonger.Monday 11:54Now it’s lunch. I sit at a table alone. That’s fine. I getit. Nobody wants to sit next to the annoying freak. I get up. Taking the usualsub dubbed in jalapenos, and a poster board with a drawing of one of theteachers, I walk out the door. Its super windy and I barely keep my tray andart board from ripping out of my hands. I walk to science. I love science. Butthe smell makes me nauseous. 15 mins left as I enter the hall. People are linedup all against the wall. Enemies. All of them.