I scan the room with my brown eyes, stopping at two persons of interest.
One has his hair gelled and parted to the right. I can’t help but wonder how long he took to get ready this morning. He sits with his back straight. I think his good posture is a way of radiating confidence. He smiles, but it looks more like a smirk.
Beside him sits his friend. She has light blonde hair, blue eyes, and pale skin that stands out in the dark room.
I watch as the discussion unfolds, never offering an opinion. They watch each other. But I watch them.
Out of instinct, I bend over to make my already small body take up even less space.
I sense the energy between the two teens. I doubt they notice me. I try not to draw much attention.
To be fair, I’m not trying to appear interesting. I wear plain clothes. I keep my hair down, cut at average length. I do what I can to get by.
But I don’t understand something. On the outside, I’m not different from anyone else. Inside, I feel like an outsider.