Will you play with me?[Mocatta]

Today was THAT day, the one day out of the week when I didn't have my mother as my guide. She let me run through the district letting the wind blow through my hair, just be myself you know, a kid. No one seemed to understand my fascination with playing, was it so wrong for an 18 10 year old to want to play with other people her age, I think not. They didn't get it though, for some reason they thought I was immature, and I should be like all the other girls, and stare at boys. Why would I want to stare at boys, what was so special about them. Nope, I prefered to play around and just like hang around, like maybe sit in a tree. The only one that understood what I was the way I was was mom, and she treated me like a baby. I mean I'm 18 10 years old now, please, I can take care of myself. So anyways I was really excited about today, and my mom knew it. When I would pace around the front hall waiting for her to give me the okay to leave she knew I was impatient.

As soon as her head poked around the corner, shot me one of her smiles and gave me a nod, I ran out the door almost forgetting to close it behind me. The first thing I did was climb up into the tree that sat in the backyard, I sat on one of it's lower branches and let my legs hang down to the ground. I hummed a few bars of a new song that someone had been teaching me, and than sang what I knew of it outloud. Some of the birds in the trees seemed to whistle along with it, providing me with a tempo and beat. Once the song reached it's end I climbed out of the tree and wandered towards the district square. That was where all the other kids hung out on days like this, maybe if I was lucky they would already have a game going. Oh wouldn't that be nice, I would love to just jump into a game with them.

I knew better than to truly belive that though, they were almost as unresponsive of me as the adults were. They would humor me for a while, and I would call them my "friends" but I never really knew if they were. My only real friend now was my mom, and to be honest I longed for more friends. Or better yet be accepted, was it to much to ask to want to be accepted. What was different about me than anyone else, I wasn't really that different from anyone. My eyes looked down at my feet as I walked, with each thought it felt like a weight was being placed on my shoulders. What was wrong with me today, I was generally so happy, and after singing I was ALWAYS happy. There had to be something bothering me...but what was it?