When I was in highschool, I'd always mingle with the Option 3 students. They'd come lighting up the hallways with their bright smiles, and adorable drools. There was this one kid named, Jeremy. It wasn't an everyday occurrence, for I wasn't in school everyday, but we'd always stop eachother, give one another some love, then go about our seperate ways.

There was this other kid that had to wear a helmet all the time. Teachers wouldn't let people get close to him, because, well...he'd probably head-butt the hell out of you. He'd walked alongside the lockers banging his head on them. There were even times that I recall sitting at the lunch table with them (since they had to be seperated). I felt bad for them back then, but now realize that their reality is just as real as our own and they need not our sympathy, because they're just making it through their day, too.