It was a Sunday when all the shops in town close early. The only one out in the rain was a small girl, she had dark auburn hair and yellow eyes. She was crying and looking down at the ground her face looked red and flushed, anger and pain flashed across her face and stayed there, like a scar that you pick until it's raw. She looked up and saw the clouds, she remembered how she used to love the way the clouds looked in the sun, how she could spot shapes and faces. Now the only thing she could see was the faces in the clouds looking down at her in disgust. She was alone and un-wanted, what was it? what was it that people hated about her? Was it her auburn hair, her beautiful golden eyes, her slim body, or her perfect lips? No it couldn't be that... She thought about it, it was because of who she was. She despised her parents simply because they despised her as well. Their town was filled with squares living in the past, her parents were one of them. she was different, she wore black and had piercings, she wore tight pants. THEY ALL DESPISED HER! but that was a horrible reason, they didn't even know her. She had no friends. I can tell you all of this because I am different, I am just me. 4 simple words that people cannot comprehend.