Friday was horrible, and yet at the same time...perfectly normal. Morning ritual happened. I arrived at school only to have the same group of guys push me around, steal my bag and empty the contents on the floor. But usually they walk off and laugh. This time they ripped up my notebook. All my notes for class up to date are now gone.

First class was fine. Expressive. Which was good, only my painting came out all red and black. No image just a big mash of those two colours. Paint brush was destroyed.

Lunch was what made the day even worse. I sat at an empty table and just got on with eating my lunch. Another group of guys, some from the morning lot, approached me. I didn't look at them and they didn't say a thing. Next thing I had a bucket of milk tossed over me. Milk.

I'm used to the treatment I get, but still, some part of me just wants to curl up and die, or scream at my dad for passing this curse on. Only I'd be lying because at the same time it has kind of helped me. -Sigh.-

If I hear one more kid go on about how tough their life is...Let me tell you, having a tough life is not when you can't decide which top to buy. Having a tough life is not when your parents don't let you go to a party.

A tough life is when, no matter how hard you try, nothing seems to go right. A tough life is when, you go to school everytime, and you think it's a good day when all that happens to you is you have your bag taken from you, or your lunch, because you're so used to having much worse happen. A tough life is the constant teasing because you're so much different than everyone else. And not by your choice. Not for fashion, not for looks, but something you were born with out of the norm.

Phew - rant over.

Just have to wait and see if I get that job now.