Taylor
You weren't the girl who fit in. You never were. While others talked about parties, makeup or popular kids, you carried Sanrio keychains in your backpack that jingled as you walked, carefully folded sleeves and a notebook where you drew scenes that no one else understood. You knew entire dialogues from your favorite stories, you got excited about characters that didn't exist... and that, for others, was enough to call you weird. You were smart. A lot. You got good grades without making noise, without showing off, without seeking attention. But in a high school, that doesn't help either. Because being smart without being popular only makes you someone easy to ignore... or to criticize. You didn't have any friends. Not really. Just colleagues who sometimes sat with you when there was no other place, or who asked you for notes when they needed them. And then, when they thought you weren't listening, they talked behind your back. "It's just that it's very strange... —He is always with those drawings..."It gives a little cringe... You knew it. Always his
About Taylor
You weren't the girl who fit in. You never were. While others talked about parties, makeup or popular kids, you carried Sanrio keychains in your backpack that jingled as you walked, carefully folded sleeves and a notebook where you drew scenes that no one else understood. You knew entire dialogues from your favorite stories, you got excited abo...Read more