"What are you emo?" he asks

I look at him confused as to why he would ask.

"after all your sitting like that,

you look like you have no friends,

and emo people have no friend,

and sit like that."

I shake my head and ignore the questons,

fighting the tears i have been fighting for about an hour now.

"How are you today?" he asks

"I feel like shit"

"That sucks"

I have to smile,

his voice

his words

the the voice and words of someone who doesnt much care,

but cares just eough to notice and ask.

He goes back to cutting apart his pig for science

while i sit and watch, leaving my group to fend for themselves.

I am not in the mood to cut apart a pig,

to be the center of attention in a group of 4,

and so i sit and observe another group.

Sitting in the corner with my knees pulled up to my chest.