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Being different wasn't a bad thing for him. It was the ridicule that came along with not following the social conduct. There was no justice for the creative, no safe haven for the weaker ones. There was only hate and brutality from the ones looked up upon. It sucked to be one's self, especially if that self always stood outside watching parties, was never offered an umbrella for when it rained, or even frozen during a bonfire. That self could not join in with the crowd and he never would.

By Airi Michs (V.I.P), December 19, 2013.
General

Zara had been born with a slight club foot and a penchant for shyness. Mostly she wrote stories with environmental or animal welfare themes and she took care of the whippet she had begged her parents to rescue. She had never noticed until her teen years that she was so isolated. Even the kids that did give her the time of day weren't friends. She never got asked to join them at the mall or for a pizza sleepover party. She was fourteen and changing fast, emotionally and physically. She craved a girl pal to talk and giggle with, she wanted to belong to a group and have a nick-name that was affectionate. But when she imagined herself starting more conversations she soon hit a road-block. What would she discuss? She hadn't a clue about fashion, she didn't know anything about celebrity gossip or make-up and she was afraid she would stumble on her words. She was an outcast.