Why???

Why do people always treat me differently than they would anyone else? They treat me like I'm a weirdo, and they avoid sitting next to me. It's the norm every day, and even though it happens every day and I should be used to it, the hurt never goes away. It stings just as much today as it did five years ago. Maybe it's because of my perkiness all the time, or maybe because they're afraid that they'll pick up the "fat disease", seeing as I'm not the skinniest person. I may not be the most popular or prettiest, but I'm a nice person and care about others. I just wish people would be more understanding of others and not judge them just by what they see. People know that my parents divorced when I was 10, and they see the scars on my arm from when life got unbearable. Once that sight meets their eyes, most decide to avoid me at all costs. There are a few who don't, and those are my only friends, one of them being my best friend. I'm always alone at lunch, except for my friend Deb and my other best friend, Lupe. I do have some friends, and they know about me (my deep secrets), and they understand and like me for who I am. I just wish more people could be like them. I wish my best friend would come home for a while from UC Berkeley, although I know he needs to be there.