Sitting by myself never bothered me, until I was asked--“do you have any friends, why are you sitting alone?”- I never had a the courage to speak up, nevertheless to say what I had in mind, so I just buried myself within my own shadow as it mocked me through all the stares. I would find any excuse to leave that cafeteria, but it taunt me by saying I couldn’t leave, even the cafeteria laughed at my misery. 11 year old I was indeed a great liar, every here and then when my mother or sister would question my day at school, I would always lie in their faces, making up stories that never happened, I couldn’t afford to have my mother worry about such unnecessary thing, she had enough reasons to stress about, that mostly involved my health. In like manner, I found my escape in a virtual world; I would spend hours during the day blankly staring at the computer screen, probably the reason why I became so dull in my human speech. It never occurred to me that I needed to share my hidden emotions to someone other than my alter ego; seek help from someone other than my hopeless