"Hey, hold this really quick" "This too" My friends pass me their things and then start to walk. I follow after behind them while they walk together in a perfect straight line, giggling. Why wasn't I there in the perfect straight line giggling with them? They grab their stuff from me and we go down to the cafeteria. There's Taylor, saving the table for us that we always sit at. We all sit in our designated seats, as usual. Always. So. Perfect. I'm not a part of this "perfectness". I don't fit in. I try to, and its not that this friend group isn't for me, its just that I don't really fit in anywhere. Everyone is laughing and smiling, and I'm just there, like a ghost, something invisible that no one can see or hear. I'm just there. Lingering. Why can't I just fit in? It felt like no one liked me no matter where I went, no matter who I hung out with. The only person I can truly fit in with is my best friend, Amy. I get up and go to her, knowing that no one will notice that I'm gone. Not that they would really care. She's laughing with her other friend, Mia. I walk up to them and smile. "Hiiii Bellaaaa" Amy says to me, smiling. She looks at Mia and whispers something in her ear. They both start giggling. Left out again. Nothing new.
