It feels like...

This is a monologue I wrote, this little girl and her biggest nightmare.

So many times she asked herself, what´s wrong with me? Why everyone understands but me? Why everyone has friends... but me? Why am i the only one who´s always alone in the corridor or at the corner of the park on recess? Do I smell bad? Do I have something in my teeth? Am I so boring? Why everyone understands everything in class with so much facility? Is there something that they´re not telling me? Was that answer really so logical for everyone but me?, I don´t understand, it´s not fair... 3 am, her mother wakes her up, make some hot chocolate and take her to the desk, she had to study a bunch of things, a bit of math, a bit of chemistry, a bit of physics, as always, she had to review what she had seen at school and try to understand better by her own. 5:30 she had to be eating breakfast because at 6 she had to be in her way to school... can I miss school today? Today, just today, I promise... without success, she went to the car, hoping that something would happen on the way and she wouldn´t have to go to the school, as always she fall asleep until, they woke her up because she had already arrived. It was just that she saws the school entrance for her to feel nervous, anxious, her heard start pounding and she would wish she was any other girl in that moment, maybe one of the popular ones, one of those who had a good time at school, one of those who everyone paid attention to and everyone wanted to make laugh... but unfortunately no, it was just me, the one they made fun of, the one no one ever understood, the one they never wanted to be with, the invisible one, but that was her life, so nothing to do, she had to face it. With all her strength she only pretended to be brave enough to get out of the car, with her pinky bad, and go to her classrooms, with her eyes on the floor, but it didn´t matter. Arrived to the school, and while everyone was screaming, just silently go to her desk, sit down in front, and waited for her class to start. Again, a long day at school, supporting the same comments “Daniela is about to say something stupid”, “why do you let her talk?”, “don´t you use your logic?”... no, you´re not stupid, and yes, you use your logic, but your logic isn´t necessarily the same as others because not everyone think the same way. But you already found your path, your passion, just go on, trust yourself that you´re in the right way.