''There are two types of survivors, those who don't die, and those who live.'' Ever since I was little, I've always felt like an outcast. I still remember to this day that when I was almost done kindergarten,

Are they looking at me? Yes, but why? Is my hair alright? Is it the way I’m sitting? Am I in the wrong class? No, it’s written in the calendar, room 105, I’m in the right class but then why is everyone