Part 6

They look on with excited smiles. Hope for the new year lingers in their half hearted expressions. I find it doesn't bother me as much as it used to. A new year, a new me. I see him and he walks with such confidence, it puts more strength in my own step. Girls swarm around each other with new gossip about who kissed who, and all the latest scandels. they are off on their own world, I wonder if they ever have any REAL problems? Not the fake crap were a girl stole a girls boyfriend. But the real life or deal situations. I feel different... I was seen before, but now; I feel as though it's MY time. My time to shine. I want to be remembered, not for beauty or looks of any kind. But fir something real. My teacher stands before a class of judging eyes, eyes that seem to bore into your very SOUL. Teenagers eyes seen things differently. But there my teacher is, standing before us with the distant trace of FEAR in the corner of her eyes. But her body language still shines, she doesn't let on that she is intimidated. She wears things that fit her character. I used to think she was WIERD m, whatever that is. I thought this because doesn't dress NORMAL. There is that word again. Normal... What is normal? Does it even exist?