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[6] - normal

[6] - normal

what category are you in? are you labeled weird? strange? antisocial? ugly? pretty? how do you see yourself? and, how do others see you?

S.

season. an unusual name for a girl, not one you'd see everyday, especially in the black american race. she was just normal. . .her name was probably the most exciting thing about her. well, maybe her dad leaving her mom was something that only happened to her, but no that was usual in her race, right? and, she was still a virgin at her age of 20.

nowadays, virgins aren't in every corner you look in. her classmates teased her about it, but she didn't care. she was just normal. . .unlike justin.
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the sun was up, unlike the heads in the classroom where season sat with her back to her seat and her her head high. it was another day in college, a place that didn't show merely any mercy like high school did.

the classes were longer, space was more rare to find, seeing as everyone was elbow to elbow with each other, getting to know things that they didn't really need to know from all the closeness.

everyone said high school was tough, but college was like high school's backup. if you think you were great in high school, then college was going to beat your ass. but, some people liked college, the classes, the closeness and all the professors who taught.

and season was one of them.

she had been told as a young child to always try, even though things might not go the way you planned. season was also told that she was definitely going to elementary school, middle school, junior high school, high school, college, and that she was going to have a good job. . .all by her mother.

a mother that didn't care how season felt, but told her what she needed to do to be successful. season might have always disagreed with her mother, but always respected and loved her. even when season's father left her mother, her mother continued on, even with a few rivers of tears that followed.

season knew she would always care for her mother. the woman that gave birth to her, the woman that loved her so much, that she'd lay her own life down for season. season didn't know how her mother would, but she really believed if it came down to it, her mother would save her daughter before herself.

so, season sat in class, writing down the unnecessary bold points that her american history professor wrote down in his terrible handwriting. season knew that even her small sister, willow, could do a better job than what mr. jameson was producing.

but, season kept her thoughts to herself, and just went back to copying, but in better handwriting.

it was like two in the afternoon, and season had ten more minutes until another work day at her college would be over and in the past. although, season would say that she liked college, she would like to cut out a few things in it.

season finished the notes, quickly, and prayed that the blond haired jock sitting next to her wouldn't catch her in the hall and ask for the notes. or that the sleeping brunette guy wouldn't just steal them. it's happened before, season told herself, as she rolled her eyes.

again, this was nothing like high school, but it kinda was. if you missed some, then suck it up and move on. it was true that college wasn't always the place for young adults. many graduates from season's high school didn't head off to college, like she did, they went off to their own paths to be successful. most of them ended up in the fast food business, the type of place season went to eat.