They called me strange. Strange, how offensive! Strange is when you are unnatural, bizarre, an unlikely happening…a disgrace. It is not I that was strange but them. Who else erected a way to halt how revolting human emotions could penetrate the mind? Who else made those who betrayed me suffer with but a blink of the mortal eye? Who else could compel politics to grow twisted enough to get me on top… With an entire galaxy wrapped around my finger, what could stop me now? No longer will I be requiring this silly mistake humans referred to as “earth” anymore…
By Nora Daubert ‘31, Contributing Writer
31ndaubert@montroseschool.org
