"Different"

I knew something bad she had done.

I'm not sure I wanted to tell but I did not know what to do.

I was scared and angry.

She had "commited a crime."

Like she always accused us of doing.

What a hypocrite.

She has always been that way.

Ever since I knew her.

When I first came to the school peole warned me about her.

And now I knew.

I knew who and what she was.

I felt bad for her.

She was wierd.

Different.

If I was trying to be nice.

I wondered what it was like to be her.

Did she feel like shit everyday she woke up?

Did she know that no one liked her?

Did she realize how "different" she was?

I wonder.

I have to admit it, if I were her.

Wow.

I don't know what I would have done.

Suicide.

That is probably something she thinks about a lot.

A lot.

Its scary.

I'm scared for her.

Is there any word to describe her?