Bringing the Chic out the Geek

Chapter 1

Over the years I have changed many times. But still feel like not at all. It's the pain of knowing things are different. Sometimes it's something that upsets me and others it makes me proud of how much I have changed and grown for the better. Really this is my story...

It all started when I was in secondary school. I started like everyone else on my first day terrified. Very few people from my primary school had come to this one and I didn't know anyone in my class. I felt confident I could make friends, I'd grown up doing sports clubs and was in the process of choosing which one I wanted to do between swimming and gymnastics. I had grown up doing them and was having to choose which as I was improving in both.

Turned out that Secondary school is nothing like Primary school. Not everyone is friends and you will not get on with everyone. There were all the usual cliques, popular, sporty, nerds (my group), emos and the dramatics. It was something I could only dream to make lots of friends and actually fit in. Being the nerd is nice in that I am able to work hard and study openly to do tests.

It means I have freedom but I'll never look pretty. Not in the way most girls do. They know how to do their make-up so it suits them and dress up and go shopping. They can make anything look good and everyone around them look stunned when they walk past. They are also often rich, you know, the able to buy whatever they wish too and get away with everything with the teachers. But somehow you still wanted to be a part of that group, because it made you feel special and cared for.

On the other hand, despite all this there was another side to me that was not your average nerd. I was a competitive swimmer and lived in an alternative universe outside of school. You see people saw me in school as always getting my homework in on time and permanently studying which in a way I was. My best friend Claire would always be catching me up on my homework so that I did not get into trouble with my parents for falling behind. You see once I decided that swimming was my true passion I lived and breathed it. It only took three months for me to truly decide but I was already categorised at school by then that it was like my own personal secret. Only the sport's crowd could actually imagine what I went through with all my training.

In this world however I was good at what I did and it came naturally to me. It was something I had real passion for and made me happy. Also I was the popular girl there. I was the girl counted on to help win relays and to motivate my friends when we had bad races. I had my best friend Charley and my group that included Layla and Cleo. We went everywhere together and were truly pretty however in a swimmers world you don't wear too much make up as it made it harder to take off every night and became completely pointless (which is why I have never bothered to properly learn). The thing I enjoyed most was I could sympathise with the people who were outcasted and be friends with them as from school I understood where they came from, whereas I was still seen as a cool person and not shamed on for it.

So that's me really. A completely confused girl trying to get through school and still take part in her passion. Really it gets quite confusing, but that's for later. Let's start from about Year 10. That's where the story really begins.