You’re standing on the outside, looking in. But still, you can’t forget that you’re alone. “In class, it’s not so bad. You might have something to contribute to their conversation, but nobody cares whether you do or not. What else? But when school’s out and the others go off to enjoy themselves, well… If you’re what they call a shy guy, that’s when you really feel it. You don’t know how to make people like you, and you find yourself holding a grudge against them. You imagine they keep watching the way you look, the way you act. An outsider.” So, you head for home. There’s a barrier, and you don’t know how to begin breaking it down. They think you’re different. The odd loneliness of being new in town.