You stand in the mist of a sea of blood thirsty sharks... Okay, so not a sea, probably just like 10. Also, I guess their not really sharks, they’re really children your age.And they aren’t blood thirsty, just having fun.

Some part of you wants to join the game, wants to swim with them. Despite your want to join in, you take a few steps back.Stand with the adults, the safe group. The group you know won’t think you’re weird.Even though you know this, you barely speak. And when you do you over analyse every little word you want to say and end up just nodding your head cuz it the safest bet.

You wait there till you see that one person.The only person in the entire place that you are able to say more than two words to. You want to walk over, smiling and waving but don’t. Waiting. Wondering if you are bothering her. If you are chasing her away. You remember with regret the first time you chased away a friend. It really hurt. You don’t want it to happen again.

Luckily, your friend walks over to you and starts the conversation. You smile and join in. A small weight is taken off your bruised shoulders, but some of it is still there. You have to be careful. You don’t want to chase away the only person you are close to. So you nod, you agree, you stay quiet when you’re not spoken to and wait for her to make the first move. You know that she might take it the wrong way, but the anxiousness and fear that pools in your gut when you try to speak wins over. So you give up and merely submit to your bleak future of being alone.