I guess I was one of those quiet loner kids. Most people avoid me like the plague. It’s kind of hurtful but I’ve leaned not to be bothered by people’s opinions on me and what I do

i was in the art room after hours. The art teacher said that I could come in here and finish up my art project after some stupid seniors messed mine up. I couldn’t stop the tears as they fell from my face as I glued popsicle sticks together. I stiffened a bit when I heard the door to the art room open