Individuality...

Listen here, boys and girls, gather round for i have a story to tell
It's about a young boy, who had just reached the age of 16.
One day not long after his birthday, the boy opened his eyes for the first time, as maturity was something new that he thought he ought to try
With unknowing innocence, the boy looked around at everyone he knew, and he saw that everyone was hiding themselves, disguising themselves in false shells in order to maintain themselves as "popular" among their friends
The boy thought to himself, "This isn't right! How do people live with themselves like this?"
So the boy vowed to try something different, he decided to be himself.
The next day at school, most of the boy's classmates saw him and started laughing, making fun of him. "What's wrong with them?" he thought to himself, "It's like they can't accept anything different." Then the boy went to talk to his friends.
However, the boys friends ignored him when they saw him, but he tried to talk to them anyway.
"Strange day isn't it? I didn't see anything funny." the boy said to his best friend.
But his best friend replied, "Hey, could you go sit over there today?.." He pointed at the empty desk in the far back corner of the room.
After enduring ridicule for the rest of the school day, classes were over and the boy finally got to head home.
The boy's bus left before he could get on though, so he had to walk home, but he was fine with that, the walk only took 20 minutes on a good day.
When the boy got home, he was eating dinner with his mother, but she was strangely quiet through the meal.
"Is something wrong, Mum?" the boy asked after he had finished eating.
"No, it's nothing." she assured him, so he thanked her for the good dinner and went off to do his homework and go to sleep.
A few days passed, and the ridicule only grew worse as time passed, but the boy tried to act ok, because he was determined to make a point to the world.
However, after about 2 weeks, the boy's mother approached him to tell him that she was going to take him to a counselor.
"Nothing's wrong with me, Mom!" he objected, but she kept telling him "not to worry", and that "it's for the best."
So the boy attended the counseling sessions where the counselor constantly told him that something was wrong with him and that he should try to act differently, and that the loss of his father at a young age was probably getting to him.
Soon enough, no one was talking to the boy, he had grown bitter with the world, and he was sick of being told that he was wrong for being himself.
A few weeks later, there were reports in the news, "Terrorist Bombing at Local High School!"
The articles reported that the entire place was flattened, that the bombs were detonated by a boy, a student of age 16, who was in the building, and that the only remaining structure was a small slab erected in front of the building's remains that said: "R.I.P. Individuality".

The end.