Chapter 1
"Your joking??? Please tell me your joking!!!" Angela pleaded me my expression didn't change though from the grin I had. "Your out of your mind!!! Completely out of your mind!!!! Then you call yourself Dorker-" I interrupted her finally responding. "Shush will you!" I laughed as we entered the library.
"What if nobody likes what you write about??" she whispered to me. I shrugged as if I didn't care but I was nervous though I wouldn't give her the satisfaction of knowing that. "What do you mean??" she copied my shrug as she spat the words at me. I laughed at her interpretation of me. "Wow do I shrug that ugly??" I asked jokingly. Her face dropped and I knew I was irritating my best friend and losing her patience.
"Calm down," I told her "if they don't like it I'm not gonna shoot myself I promise." I lifted my right hand as i said the last part. She sighed studying me "I'm just nervous for you." she admitted. I smiled "I'm nervous too," I admitted "but I'm using a fake name remember??" I whispered to her. She frowned at the thought and I continued walking towards the library my bookbag which carried my books except the one in my arms. I had another bag that hung along my shoulders carrying my laptop.
"Why are we hear anyway??" she said looking around at the book shelves and more than half empty library in disgust. I frowned this time my first frown since I got the news. "I like it here actually it's...." she stared at me and i whispered "quiet." she smiled saying with a whisper "It's also lame and dull." She knew I hated when people thought libraries were just a place for people with no lives and I knew she wanted to get to me so I smiled. "Here's an idea then," I whispered to her "leave I won't beg for you to stay." I saw her glare at me for a second as I sat down on one of the wooden tables in the far right corner.
"What are you gonna write about in the first column anyway?? No one knows there's gonna be a column after all. I don't know why you want a column in the lame school newspaper anyway it's so lame." she said sitting down studying her nails. I took that as a sign she was staying. "Well I was thinking....." I never really thought of what to write about at first hmmmmm then it hit me "an introduction." She looked up confused. "I thought you were gonna write anonymous??" I nodded "Yes I am but I'm gonna keep them guessing who I could be that doesn't mean I can get them to know me." I opened up my computer. "Your insane. " She told me.
I shrugged and I saw her roll her eyes meanwhile I typed away:
Who am I?? Who are you?? That question goes farther than the name farther than the face past the clothes and hair styles but to the part that really matters the soul and heart. To the eyes of it all where you can see more of someone than if you'd just look at them whole. Who am I?? and Who are you?? Am I just another lost soul in high school looking for who I am?? Or am I an already matured soul heading in the direction I want and have already chosen?? Are you just another unknown face I pass without a second glance?? Or do I pass you and look back?? Who am I?? Who are you?? And what decides who or what we are is it the people around us?? The culture we come from?? Our backgrounds we never got to choose?? Or lastly us?? I'll tell you who I am if you can tell me exactly who you are. But I mean farther than the name farther than the face past the clothes and hair styles but to the part that really matters who are you?? Literally. Until you can tell me I'll be able to tell you but until then I'll just be Dorkerella. The queen of all dorks. You have to look past a label to know the real you. Since I'm sure we all have had our share of labels this one is mind until I know and you know who I am and who you are. That's my label the queen of dorks and this is my column read away or throw away write or don't I will always respond. Just like you or her or him I am a high schooler looking for my next step let's see if you can pick me out of a crowd when all you have is a label and nothing more. Find who I am and maybe you'll find who you are take off your label.
-Dorkerella <3
I saved it in my computer I wasn't sure if it was done done. I didn't notice Angela reading over my shoulder. She shrugged not bad for those who care. I sighed as much as I hated it she was right who'd actually read the column what if no one cared?? She looked at me "Can we go now?? This is not how I wanted to spend my Friday." I nodded and packed up my laptop while she started heading to the exit. I followed still closing my shoulder book bag. As Angela opened the door looking back at me "Come on!" she yelled the Librarian gave her a dirty look and she turned read. I walked faster putting on the bag. Angela opened the door wide and I thought she'd opened it for me as I speed walked fater I didn't see BAM!!!!!!!!!!!!
