Untouchable

Untouchable. 

If there were to be one word to describe me, it would be untouchable. When I was young, my parents, being my parents, would ask me what my favorite things were. I would answer in the fewest words possible. What's your favorite instrument? Piano. What's your favorite animal? Hawk. 

Why? No answer from me. I understand that it would take me more than a few words to answer that question, so I didn't. 

I was always an outcast, from the very beginning. Yes I have friends, and yes, I have family. However, even that still made me feel like an outlier. 

I am half Chinese, half American. As a child, I didn't cry much. Funny enough, I spent most of my time seemingly staring off into space. Instead, I was actually wondering what my purpose would be in life. 

People call me a genius. 

I feel as if no one is. 

There is always more to learn in the world. No one is a genius. Thinking about the very word makes me sick. To think people don't think that they are only very good at one thing, and maybe not so good at other things.

After all, everyone has their strengths and weaknesses right? Well, so do I. 

Now, my favorite word is, well, I practically told you already. 

Untouchable. 

That word could mean so many different things, depending on how one looks at it. It could mean, well, literally untouchable. Which is basically a wind spirit.

Or, emotionally. Me, I think that I am emotionally untouchable. Not I think, I know I am for sure. See, there are m any perspectives of many different things. No matter what the subject. 

So thinking of the word genius and calling someone that just because they are famous for what they do, well, that's not called a genius. A teacher of mine once said, "there is a difference from being humble and lying." (Emphasis on the lying part.) I very much agree with this statement. I mean, how could you not? 

If you don't agree, it's fine, cause everyone has their own opinions. 

I hate the fact that I am called the ghost girl. I mean, going back to the untouchable part, I didn't mean that literally! (I'm not a Karen by the way!) 

It is probably because I have skin as pale as snow itself. Probably as cold as snow itself as well. Well, scientifically that can not be true, but maybe, just maybe? 

My hair is silky, smooth, and thick. Dark not to mention. I have always been told I had black hair as dark as the night itself. I love that synonym for my hair. The night isn't as bad as one might think. It is everything, but mysterious. 

I don't talk to really anybody except my teachers and one of my only friends, Melissa. Probably my best friend. 

She's nice, but, to some degree. She'll be mean if deemed necessary. Oh, by the way, in case you were wondering, my name is May. Well, short of Mei Li, which means beautiful in Chinese. This is who I am. This is only a little sneak peak of my life.