When I was younger, it was difficult to find a sense of belonging in this society. Being around groups of people who had finally found where they fit in. Then there was me, still curious. I had to ask myself everyday, “why? what’s so bad about me?”. Imagine being a kid, not even knowing about the social hierarchy that’s in the near future. If I thought it was hard then, I should have considered how it’d be as I got older. I would sit down and read my book at lunch, while I occasionally looked up at the students in my grade as they had fun laughing with their friends. Groups would sit next to me and it was like I was invisible. No one saw me. They continued to laugh, and they didn’t care if their loud laughter or obnoxious movements bothered me at all. I was a ghost. A ghost in my own school. A safe place. A haven. An escape. A place where you’re told that you’re going to have fun, make friends, and have great experiences. People lie. Luckily for me, I wasn’t the only ghost in school. It took a while for us to meet, but she saved me. Her smile, the way she put her hair behind her ear, only when she spoke to me. She hated being seen, but she knew that’s what I needed. She let me see her, so that I could be seen as well. That’s the moment I realized what it means to have a friend. The light in my life was a girl who hated anything but the dark, but now we’re finding our way out of it together. I’m forever grateful to her, and I will always hold her close.
I don’t know if you can relate to this, but it’s the best I could think of. Hopefully this is 500 words. Sorry if it’s not, I won’t be offended if you don’t use it, I just came up with it off the top of my head.
