It was a rainy day. It was Spring. Spring was our rain season. The streets near my house were drenched and all the people were carrying the same black wilted stumps of umbrellas. Mine was yellow and red. No one else had a yellow and red one.

It was cold out that day. If the wind had blown I would have ha to go inside. Luckily it didn’t.

My names April. I was a gloomy, quiet person. I cried a lot and cried very easy. It had always been that way. As long as I can remember at least. I never had a reason to really cry but I always did. It made me feel better. It was like whatever made me sad disappeared as the tears fell.

 The world is a lonely place If you are on your own. Most of the time I was. But I am not lonely. Some people like to be on there own. I do. For fun I like to sit and just think, for hours at a time. I am a bit different then most you could say. I could sit and watch it rain, or not talk to anyone for days and feel at complete comfort. It isn't lonely in the least.

 At home I feel safe but once you realize it is pitiful to stay in your room all day, and watch the kids across the street, you start to feel incredibly aggravated. I didn’t have any siblings, and all the girls at school who called me friend, it didn’t feel true. It was just their way of passing the time so that they felt like at the end of the day they actually accomplished something. Not just wasted their lives at school, or to complain to someone, to feel better, only for their sakes, not anyone else's. I didn’t really mind though.

 After proper thought it made sense that they longed for companionship. Like some extra baggage on the journey. As long as no one crowded me I was fine. I, as I said liked to be alone. I hate being with people. It’s not that I hate people, I like to hang out with one or two of them and stuff but I can't stand crowds of them. All around you, talking at once, asking for things, angry at you, disappointed in you. That was one thing that made me feel lonely. Like I was trapped in a little black box in the rain.

 When I feel tat way, my blood boils. I don't like it when I feel like that. If I did, I'd be there for a very long time.

I like to be alone. I like to think. Why is it when your different no one likes you? Why is there such a plan to make everyone the same? If your not like everyone else you’re an outcast. It isn't really bad though. Who wants to be friends with people like that?

 They just look at you different. I don’t like it when they look at me different. No one should treat you poorly without good reason, and just because you have your own two pairs of legs and own unique brain, they should treat you kindly for being yourself. Not like a stinky person who doesn't fit in. I don't like the that. I like to think. I like me…