When you write a blog,it needs to be you and truly you. Otherwise it's pointless. I can be myself,because no one knew who I am. But now I can't,due to Christina.

School reminded me of Thomas in The Maze Runner. The school is the maze and the pupils are the Greivers,except from Connie and Christina are the decent Chuck and Newt. I knew from the moment I entered this was going to be a struggle,but I could be Thomas. I didn't need people believing in me,I needed to believe in myself.

I don't know what to do now,do I sit here in this abandoned library,or should I go and try to fit in? Maybe people know who I am already,maybe they've judged me. That's what happens,people think just because I'm this,just because I'm that I've got some kind of weird problem. Look,I'm not the one with the problem it's the world which seems to have a problem with me. People take one look at me and think they know me,well they don't? Were not boring because we love to read,were curios, And that's a good thing.

What about Connie? What about Christina? Even though they weren't like the rest they still seemed to fit in. So why can't I?

"Give me that now!" I hear someone demand,

I look up to see a boy,about my age with black scruffy hair,glasses,quote small compared to the boys towering over him. Bullies.

"You better have done my biology homework you little shit!" The other screeches. No one reacts,there too afraid.

"Hey!" I shout. What the hell am I doing?

I walk towards them,standing behind the tallest one,built like a bloody Ox,flaring nostrils with little hair growing out of his scalp.

"Fuck off." He says.

"No," I deny "What has he ever done to you?"

"None of your buis-" he stops when he sees what's in my hand. Snatching it off me "What the heck is this 'The Maze Runner' Who reads this garbage?"

"Shut your mouth!" I demand,fists clenched.

"I could write garbage like this in my sleep," he snorts.

"You will never be as good as James Dashner or any author you shank!" I scream at him. Inheriting some slang from the book (Not the time Hillary)

He shoves me out of the way,storming out of the library with his sidekick scuttling after.

"Thanks," the boy says. "they do it all the time,"

"Well why don't you tell someone?" I ask.

"That'll make things worse," he says "And you haven't made matters any better for yourself,"

"I don't care," I lie. "I'm Hillary,"

"Will," he says. Smiling. "Thanks, for helping,"

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Just like to state that I love the Maze Runner👏📚 Best books ever!!