Strange

I walk to school.
Its chilly.
I smile at everybody.
They don't smile back.
Turns out they are cold too.
It's okay.

In school.
Nobody talks.
As if it was a bad thing.
Trouble.
Not here.
But not talking can be trouble.
Maybe.

I come back.
Second day.
People talking.
Smiling.
It's not so bad.
Chilly.
Quiet.

Make new friends.
They are different.
But not strange.
Strange doesn't come by much.
No.
Maybe.

The first day was strange.
The second, not so much.
Whatever.
Chilly.
It's okay.

Third day.
Bring a blanket.
Not chilly.
Not quiet.
Loud.
Everybody has a blanket.
Solves the problem.
Not a mess.

People think I'm strange.
I tell them they are stranger.
Not a good thing.
To tell.
But it's not chilly anymore.

Fourth.
Must be summer.
Or the weather is extreme.
No.
I smile at everybody.
And they are smiling back.
They must be warm too.
It's alright.