Part 4
My world look different

No way I was going to that messed up party. I had been to one and that day turned out to be the worst day of my life. I ended up alone in a corner hoping for invisibility. Parties are a human thing and I hardly consider myself one. Apart from the skin and the bunch of other meaty stuffs going under it, I feel like a totally different species and that explains my hate towards humans.

I don't understand their ways, the need for each other and I don't envy those who do. I don't want to be friends with the popular guys at school, in fact I try to escape their company at all times because they are a bunch of walking TV serials and I am sick of watching them with mom before football (she know the best ways to address my...