100 Words including title:
Sticks and Stones
I feel alive in a dream. I see the matrix of conversations around me as white noise or green code which I weave through in silent awareness. School feels like an ocean of rambunctiousness in which I can let the loud words wash by me like water. I look different, and I feel the malice of words thrown at me. It is so dark in this fluorescent hallway, and in amongst the mobs I see this bright, lonely girl ahead who looks in my eyes, I feel, and as I approach I open my mouth to speak.