He wakes up, gets ready for school with a million thoughts crowding his mind.
Some are loud, some are quiet—some he's been trying to ignore for years. As he grabs his backpack and steps into the hallway, the house is still half-asleep, blinds barely letting in the pale morning light.
At school, everything looks the same as always: the chatter, the lockers, the usual rush. But to him, something feels different. Maybe it's the new kid who showed up last week, the one who seems to walk around like he's carrying his own universe. Or maybe it's just that he's finally tired of pretending he doesn't feel… different.
"weirdo" he said as he walk towards his friends.