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"Human only."

"No dinosaurs."

Everywhere has this sign, like the whole world is bullying me. Even though I speak the same language, wear the same clothes, and eat and drink the same food, my "cursed" race holds my ankle and stops my freedom.

Cheeeek- "Hahahaha!"

Oh. Again, those mean actions had started. I called my parents and went down outside. However when our family went out for conversation, people had already left, but there was junk, and on the wall there were mean words written, on every house of our race. I felt anger, but I calmed myself and got ready for school. However also when I went out for school with a sigh, the only words that flowed in my ears were only "Loser." "Monster." and the sound of people, protesting to build a wall between humans and dinosaurs.

Well, this happens at school too.

"Dinosaurs were stinky and foolish."

"Why did you come to OUR school? You were not intelligent enough as us!"

This is what I hear every day, Every second at school. I go to North Hampton Hills elementary school. Well, this school is called "prestigious" from adults, and as a result I am the one and only non-human student, which makes me a non welcomed guest from school. And because of this, other kids, teachers and even the principal hates me. .... Uh. 3-B. I see my class, and feel that the nightmare is coming soon. I heard the class yelling at me with anger with harsh words every class. On recess violence was kept on repeated. "~~~~!!!!" "!!!!!!!" I had never heard a sentence without these mad exclamation mark from others.

"Why do they have so much anger on dinosaurs?"

With this question on my head, I went back home 3 o'clock with bruise on my mind and body.

1 week later-

Life is still the same. Sharp words and harsh life. But one difference is that there is an enormous wall built between the two races. Now it takes 45 minutes to go to school. But it doesn't matter because I don't go to school. Well more than not going, "pretending" is more correct. I go to my secret pond I found and have a joyful time there. It is okay, because the school doesn't care about me so they won't even notice.

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Oh no. Why? The school had called my parents and talked about my absence. My mom and dad were really mad. They started to ask me why I did this, with ax shaped eyes. But when I heard the question, it reminded me of the incidents that happened these days which made me burst into tears. My parents got surprised and hugged me, and heard my reasons carefully. About 1 minute later, my mother asked me.

"So do you hate them?"

"No.. Not really."

I answered no, because even though they hurted my feelings I still wanted to be friends with them. Then my father spoke, that then go near them first and be friends, and then they will like to be friends with me. Right now I am ready for bed, and I still have suspicions, but I still believe them, and will try that tomorrow. I can't wait for school tomorrow.

"Hi Elin, do you want my ice cream sandwich?"

"Wait, what?"