Life From An Outsider's Point Of View

Do you ever get the feeling that you're looking at life from an outsider's point of view. Do you sometimes think that life is that cliche overrated movie that you've watched a billion times, so much that you've memorized all the scenes and lines? If so, then you're probably just like me. You look at life from the reader's point of view. You're not part of the story but you know just as much of what's going on as anybody in the story. And in the movies you're not the leading man or woman. You're not even the best friend who comforts them after something wrongs happen. No, instead you're just an extra. The person who stands in the background while everything happens around them. It's not that you're not important, you're just not as important as the rest of them. Well, maybe the situation isn't the same for you but it is for me. This is the story of how the shy Caterpillar, finally became the social butterfly.

" 1 Mississippi, 2 Mississippi, 3 Mississippi , 4 Mississippi, 5 Mississippi.... "

" EVELYN? Are you even listening to me? HEEEEEELLLLLLLLOOO ," my friend Darcie said as she began to poke me to try to get my attention. Dang, I thought. I was hoping I'd get to 10 mississippi's before she finally realized I hadn't been listening.

" Urgh, you always zone out on me. I'm beginning to think I'm not so interesting to you., " she said with a pout. It wasn't that she wasn't interesting, it's just that sometimes I got so lost in my thoughts I forgot about reality, which proved to be a major problem since I was practically failing science due to this problem.

" Sorry, I was just thinking about my geography project I need to finish. And all the other projects. " I lied. I got dizzy just thinking about all the work I'd have to finish when I got home.

" Well, stop thinking about it right now. You're supposed to be relaxing here. And if I catch you with one of your zoned out faces again, I will kidnap you and bring you to Hawaii or something . "

" Good idea, maybe I'll catch a tan, " I responded with a smirk. We both laughed. Only because we both knew that I didn't get tans. I was a tall and rather pale redhead. I didn't get tans, I got burnt. So whenever I went to the beach, I always put on extra sunscreen to keep myself from burning. My hair was naturally curly which I thought looked like a mess but Darcie thought looked salon worthy. She also thought my eyes were the coolest because one of them was green while the one was blue. I used to think it was cool until Brennan Coleman told the whole class in 6th grade that I was a alien from outer space and my creepy eyes proved it. That sort of ruined the specialty about them. But Darcie was a different story, she wasn't average looking like me but was gorgeous with her long black hair, green eyes, tanned skin, and slim figure. Sometimes I think about what would have happened if all the girls in our elementary school had liked and accepted her instead of dubbed her a loser only because she looked different. She probably would part of Melissa Holland's little clique of airheads, but probably not being that Darcie was never the " follower type. "

" Well, you know what? " said Darcie. " This year we are going to rule the school, and take that non- existant crown right off of Melissa little head!"

" And how exactly are we going to do that?" I said , a little skeptical.

" Well, we're going to find ourselves some cute boyfriends and wear them like arm candy at McAllister's! "

McAllister was the name of our high school ( McAllister High ) that was filled with over a thousand kids. You'd think that that would make it easy for me to find a boyfriend but unfortunately most of the guys were Class A douche bags in my opinion. McAllister was a pretty rich high school , founded by some rich old guy named Joseph McAllister, who  wanted to invest all his money after he died to the education of young teenagers. I would have invested my money into psych wards, so that people as crazy as Melissa Holland could be locked up in there.