Early Rainy Morning – Coffee = Deep Cora

I am different.

I am weird.

I am the only girl in my grade with short hair. Probably the whole school…

I’m the only blonde person in our class.

I have made it my mission not to let people walk all over me. Teachers and students alike.

And I am okay with being the “odd one out”, really, but for some reason the other people in my class can’t accept that I am different.

My few moments of blissful silence…..

The sun is streaming through the window as I once again sit on the floor, apparently my favorite spot at the moment. A little square of sunshine illuminates the place where I sit, creating a warm glow just for me. The house is completely quiet. No one else is awake, but me.