An Outsider | A Short Story

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.

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6 thoughts on “An Outsider | A Short Story

  1. I liked this piece a great deal. It is almost sad, at least empathetic, yet not maudlin or invoking pity. Shows your great sense of balance as well as your skill at conveying subtle emotions.

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