~Rose~
It must be amazing being a bird. They can soar through that clear blue sky without a worry in the world, looking down upon our heavy-footed souls, probably thinking about how unfortunate we are, unable to spread wings and fly. Well now I sit here in my window looking up at a beautiful blue jay, wings rising over the wind and gliding away. I wish I were that bird. I wish I could escape, but I know that I can't. I have to go to school tomorrow, and face the same people again. The same people who follow me around, calling me anything they can think of that has to do with, or sometimes doesn't even seem to correlate with, my weight.