(Inspired by Blog Prompt)
by: Josie Muscat
I don’t know how no one has noticed. I walk differently than them. I wear my blue shirt and pants differently. I’m rather quiet walking down the hallways, and I try to keep myself unseen. They often have those kind eyes and nice hair- the ones that make you feel comforted- I have neither. I’m not charming. I’m not cunning. I’m not one of them. Despite these differences, I’ve been walking through this building for weeks. I’ve been helping people, I’ve been saving them- I think. I’m not actually supposed to be here, and if someone found out about my little secret, well, let’s just say I wouldn’t be coming back here ever again. For now, I can only obscure myself from the judgemental eyes of the others, pray that no one finds out about my false identity. I don’t belong here, and I definitely don’t fit in, but I know that I can save lives. I have to try.