She Is Strange and He Is Too

I like stripes and she like polka dots. We cannot be friends. I love purple, he loves blue. We have nothing in common. He has straight hair. I have curly hair. We are too different. Why would I want to be friends with these weirdos? I love chocolate swirls. She likes lemon inside chocolate donuts. To me this is too abnormal, and I am an anomaly to her. We have tried to find common ground. There isn’t any. I have two parents. She only has one. She is strange. I cannot believe I cannot find one single friend in this town. No, not that one. She wears boots, and I wear shoes. No. Not him. I don’t like freckles. He has lots of them. I am trying, I really am.