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Short Expository: Being Different

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A few years ago I noticed I had something unusual which made me dissimilar to most people, in fact everybody. At this time it was depressing with everybody looking at you just staring, no considerations for your feelings. What got up my back was small minded people laughing at me or pointing at me as if I was an outcast of society.

In the past I kept myself isolated because it was my breathing space and in that environment the world for me was less complicated than reality. I constantly wondered if people were scrutinising my appearance. Why do people judge this book by its cover? There is only one ‘flaw’. One difference. Just one. And yet it seemed to matter so much. What gives them the right to look at me and act like I'm something they pick off the back of their shoe?

Back then I was vulnerable and had low self esteem. In addition I was mentally exhausted. I wanted to escape from the cruel reality of the world. I tried to achieve this by listening to music in my bedroom or having a stroll in the woodland - where I could for a short while blank out the hate. Furthermore, the thought of moving from primary to secondary was very daunting. The first couple of weeks I followed my old class mates like they were the piped piper to try to blend in. Soon they found new friends so I spent most of my time alone in the library. I was very lonely and had a feeling of depression. Would whisper (loud enough so you would hear), laugh and point. This built up so much anger and
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