The popularity project

Chapter one ( Not completed)

I've always thought that telling a story was easier than listening to one and maybe that's why after all these years I've never thought to ask for yours. But telling stories are something unique, so never, ever miss a chance to share one.

When I was in fourth grade I dreamt of ponies and unicorns and every magical creature in between. I didn't know anything except one two three and ABC, but I did fine. I was never the brightest in my class or the laziest or the funniest. I was a bit of everything and I liked that, a lot. I liked the fact that society didn't have a label for me until one day, they did.

Weird, loser, freak.

It started all at once out of nowhere; it came like the wind fast but ever moving. Never dying down or at least taking it's time to and at first I thought, this isn't so bad, one day I'll change I'll be better, I'll be something else, something society doesn't have a label for. Except they did.

I became everything, a snitch, a teacher's pet, a geek, a nerd, a popular. But I never felt the same, I never felt the satisfaction that I felt so long ago knowing that no one knew what I was but they liked it and then society struck again.

Normal is boring.

And all at once I regretted giving up my weirdness, my craziness. Now I wanted to fit in because if normal was boring wouldn't being weird be ...FUN? Suddenly, I did everything in my power to become weird again but I tried too hard and it came out...freaky.

Life i decided was over rated and dumb.

Yes, I know hardly anything philosophical in the words of a fourth grader but they were my thoughts at the time.