SLENN walks into the common room, keeping her head down and hoping she can avoid the stares - an impossible feat. She can feel the whispers more than she can hear them. Shooting daggers at all, she makes her way to the girls' dormitory. Setting down her books, Slenn stares out the window and began to sing.

SLENN
I PRETEND NOT TO CARE
WHEN THEY LAUGH AT MY WAYS
BUT THEY DON�T REALLY KNOW
THAT I DREAD EACH NEW DAY.

I ENTER EACH CLASS
WITH THAT GLINT IN MY EYES
I�M SO COCKY, SO CONFIDENT
And though this may sound clich�
I JUST WANT TO CRY�

NO ONE REALLY CARES
I�M JUST A LITTLE GRAIN OF SAND
THEY QUESTION ME, MY WAYS, BUT
I CAN�T EXPLAIN THE WAY I AM

I�M QUESTIONED AND I�M BULLIED
�WHY ARE YOU THE WAY YOU ARE?�
WELL I�M NOT TOO SURE MYSELF
IT�S AN ANSWER I�M LOOKING FOR

"WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS FLIRTING?
GET A REAL RELATIONSHIP�
WELL I GUESS MAYBE I�M TRYING
BUT I�M NOT TOO GOOD AT IT

NO ONE REALLY CARES
I�M JUST A LITTLE GRAIN OF SAND
THEY QUESTION ME, MY WAYS, BUT
I CAN�T EXPLAIN THE WAY I AM

SO I SIT AND WONDER
WILL I EVER GET RESPECT?
I WISH, I HOPE, I PRAY
BUT I HAVEN�T FOUND NONE YET

I GUESS I�LL HAVE TO GROW SOME MORE
AND WAIT A FEW MORE YEARS
I�D BEST IGNORE ALL THOSE RUMORS
THEY�RE NOT WORTH MY TEARS

NO ONE REALLY CARES
I�M JUST A LITTLE GRAIN OF SAND
THEY QUESTION ME, MY WAYS, BUT
I CAN�T EXPLAIN THE WAY I AM