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So what if Dria’s different? All she wants is to fit in. It’s easier, better that way, right? She's pretty sure that "being you" gets you nowhere but trouble. Until she meets Gerard Way, that is.

"Something felt weird. Like someone was staring at me. I looked around a bit, and almost started at what I saw."

"Sure, I was different than them, different from anybody in this hell hole, but it didn’t matter."

"I walked into the small, high-ceilinged room with my head down, and made my way to my usual seat in the back corner. Only, it seemed to already be taken."

"They didn’t know shit about him or his life, hell, they didn’t even know his name, and they were already treating him like garbage. Why?"