Two different stories.

i am a 14 year old boy
big enough to not to play any toy,
in the morning, like every other day,
i take my bag and from home i go away.

i walk up to the main street..
and again see the kids my age, whom i dont greet,
they all in different uniform and different school..
they look at me as if i am some kind of fool.

and like everyday, from them i walk away,
still aint knowing, to them what should i say?
i sigh..and put down my bag.
as it aint for books like them but for rags.

..:(