Gelay-Gulay

(Story based loosely on True events from quite a few years ago) ‘________’s POV’ I blink, sitting quietly at the corner of the playground on a small orange bench. The seat was cold and uncomfortable but it’s better than sitting on the floor I guess. People were strange… They did not act as I did here. I am so used to people accepting my actions, and yet I move here and they treat me as if I’m not even a human. They don’t purr or growl. They don’t use any form of language that’s not speech: I wasn’t used to hearing so many voices at once. It’s been a week now. I think I und