When I was young, I always knew I wasn't like other people. I didn't like any of the things everyone else liked, such as sports. From 1st-4th grade, I was in a small private school with only about 30 people. I never played with any of the other kids there because I didn't like baseball or tackle soccer. So I usually found myself just wandering around the campus at recess just daydreaming. When I reached 5th grade, I entered a public school. I was very nervous, but I got through it. I mostly just talked to the "offbeat" people, being one myself. 6th grade was one of my worst years. I had very few friends and there were some people that made life hell for me. I hated it. But then right before the first semester ended, a miracle happened; I moved across the U.S. to California. I thought it would get better.. I was wrong. I was in one of those smart people classes(the one where you do way too much busywork) for some reason. Everyone hated me for reasons unknown. I had very few friends and going to school every day was as fun as getting a dagger stabbed in your stomach. But the end of the year came and I was free. 7th grade was a blessing from God. I dropped out of the smart people classes and I met my best friend Hazen. We are so alike. We both get made fun of a lot, but we fight back twice as strong. 8th grade was even better than 7th grade. I made so many new friends. But I also met my worst enemy in the world who will go nameless. He was my friend at first, but then a lot of bad events happened making me hate his guts. Now I'm in 9th grade and this will be a year I will never forget. When I entered 9th grade, I met up with some of my friends that I met it 7th grade. They're so much fun to be around and they're sophomores so they can help me deal with some teachers. But at lunch, in the cafeteria, we sit near this group of people that we call the dog people. In the beginning of the year, we were minding our own business and everything, but then, we noticed some food was being hurled at us. We weren't too happy about that. My 10th grade friends said that they were throwing food at them since the previous year, but they didn't do anything about it. So then Hazen and I, having our big mouths, started battling with them verbally, and of course we won. But that didn't stop them from throwing food. They just wouldn't stop. So one day, I decided to throw the food back. All I'm going to say is that the next few minutes were very unpleasant. So of course we all got in trouble, but that was the last of the food throwing. Later on in the year, as I was looking around the campus for my friend Charlie, I found her in a group of freakishly looking people. They scared me at first, but I liked it. So I started hanging out with them. It turned out they were very nice people, well most of them. And I found out I had a lot in common with them. It turns out a lot of them were made fun of since birth like me. They were criticized for the way they dress and the things they do. You might label them as "gothic". People look at them as vampire like people that wear black all the time and walk around pissed off all day. But in reality, they are very nice, smart people. I thought the way they dressed was cool and I loved it. So I started dressing like that and getting into that stuff. Then more people started making fun of me for that, but I didn't care. I love all the attention. All these experiences have taught me so much. As I look back on my life, I see that I was always an outcast. I thought I was the only one. I thought I had no one to talk to. But now I see everyone of my new friends I turn to has gone through a lot of the situations that I'm going through.