Yesterday... oh wow... was a mess.

My friend Tom is very honest. He tells me things I should know, especially people talking trash about me. He told how the entire group of Sophomore girls think of me as one word:

Weird.

This word has haunted me ever since I moved to this town. I admit, I was weird. I still am. But the way they say it sounds like I shouldn't even be within 50 yards of them.

Personally, if they were guys, I'd really want to kick their butts. But only one guy in that group of people (The Model Preps, I call them) is the member of the bike 'gang', King Kong, who I also want to throw into a pit similar to my own.

Tom is constantly asked," Why do you talk to him?"

"Because he's nice and he's my friend..."

He is the only nice one there. He gets it. He doesn't look down on people(well, just stereotypes the geeks), but he looks at me like he looks at the girls, as a friend.

The Model Preps, though, look at me walking by at they would if I was eating worms with ketchup.

I mean, I have one heck of a reputation for the stupid and sketchy, but they never look past that. They should look at themselves.

They do everything together. Piercings, drinking, same clothes, same attitude, same hair style...

Truly, they don't think for themelves. No individual mind. No different opinon. What one thinks, the other has to.

In my mind, thats just... weird.

And one of them has a catch phrase when they see me or a geek:

Ewwww!

Now that hurts.

WHen my friend told me this, I was confused. I was angry, but sad I couldn't do anything about it. I wanted to destroy a car with my bare hands, but that wouldn't fix a thing.

When I left his house, across from our small town, the quickest way home on foot was through the downtown area, past where they hang out.

I don' know if they saw me, no one said anything about it at school today.

I cried most of the way there. Tears. Eyes near closed, but enough to see the ground.

My eyes still hurt.

I passed by a group as they were sitting on a bench across from the local CVS.

'Somewhere I belong' on my mp3 blocked out anything they had to say. For the better too. I don't know what I'd do if I heard an insult. I probaby looked like I was sleeping or something, mybe they saw the tears. But it doesn't matter, because I don't know if it was them.

I wish we'd move faster. Best chance I got is 'til November.

I wish... just to get rid of their cocky personalites.

'Someday, as we all grow up, we realize that its not the world that doesn't understand you, its you not understanding the world.'

I believe my own quote more than ever now.