All my life has been spent trying my best to please the people around me, trying to Ace all the tests, do everyone's homework, maintain my social life, and still manage to get the shit beat out of me.
Now, I may come off as the average geek, complaining of being shoved in a locker, or booked on the stairwell.
That's not this.
Since about 2nd grade, I had been pledged the official outcast, but I consider it Kindergarten.
That was the year Brodrick Pierce stole my kiss.
I remember him chasing me around the playground, me screaming over god knows what, and he chased me into the tube we used to run sand through, and caught me.
I had found it quite strange, as he very rarely ever stopped me like he had.
He planted a sloppy kiss on my mouth, and I had screamed.
Although the wear and tear on my lungs made this yell indiscriminate amongst the rest.
As we grew up, the boundary between me and my guy friends faded to a close.
Suddenly, they were popular and I was left behind.
This didn't actually bother me much, I much preferred to write and read, under the company of my Pink Floyd and Metallica playlist, stealthily concealed on my mp3 player.
As I began to move along grades, the teasing became, well, increasing.
But by now I had a friend.
Megan.
I always enjoyed the blondes companionship.
No, but in honesty, we were inseparable.
Her hip adjoined to mine, we befriended my first dignified crush.
Sebastion.
As soon as I had felt the feeling come I wished for it to be gone.
Because, to be forthright, he was a douche.
But I don't know, some part of me was only intrigued by this.
What.happened.
Why is he like that, why does he shut me out?
Why do I always want to tell him everything.
Why does he hate me for it.
Elementary contained to many emotions to sift through.
