Outcast

Today is a day like any other day. Most of the kids still treat me like an outcast. I'm too different. No one accepts me. They make fun of me because of what I am. But, I know I'm better than them. I know how to read, they don't. I know how to speak English. They can't. Still, the feeling of being alone is horrible.

They wont let me do their rituals of becoming a man. One of them is to stay inside a cave overnight. After that, you become a man. Sounds simple enough. But, they deny me the right to become one. They can't. They look down upon me. It's like, they are superior then I am. I'm superior. I know I am. I know I'm superior than them. I have more intelligence. They just don't understand. Or maybe, I don't understand...

Today, I met these people who come from that wonderful society, the Brave New World. Linda tells me all about how wonderful it is. How sweet smelling it is. How perfect it is. I wish I was there. I wish I could just leave this place and go there. Their names are Bernard and Lenina. Their reactions were different from each other. Bernard seemed fascinated by our way of life. He even found the idea of breast feeding a wonderful sight. Lenina on the other hand, found it repulsive. Her reactions were full of disgust. She found the idea of aging horrendous. I dont know why. I mean, its normal for people to age. To them, we seem like a bunch of savages.