That moment you realise you are not part of the group you love, you have been shunned, made redundant of all importance. A feeling of hate fills the cup called your mind but is soon mixed in a cocktail concoction with sadness and loss.
The sound of the keys smashing against the wood and the sound the piano produces blurs your train of thought, mixed with the growl of people conversing in almost an endless fashion.
Backs turned to me I stare at the fabric of there clothing, the monotones dull colours the school force us to wear burned into my eyes. It may have literally made my once colourful view on the world Grey. Shame...
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