A Short Story

"Am I outta my head? Am I outta my mind?", Camila Cabello sang as I rushed out of bed to go to school. It was the normal routine for me, a not normal girl. I chuckled at my own joke, knowing it was true. "Sam? Sam? Are you ready for school yet?", yelled my mom up the stairs. "Yeah! Coming down now!", I yelled back down. I quickly rushed down the stairs and, scooping up my bag, ran out the front door. I jogged to my bus stop, and by that time the bus was there waiting. I could feel eyes staring at me as I walked into the bus. Eyes boring in to me like flames. It hurt.

Ever since I'd kissed my girlfriend on the bus, everyone treated me differently. Almost like I was alien...
I smiled. It hurts. I felt the tears dripping down my face.

I was different...
I am different.....

It hurts.