Normal, Ordinary, Average. [On Hold]

Prologue

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I’m completely and undoubtedly normal, ordinary, average.

Looks wise, I’m your smaller than average (5 foot 3 inches) 17 year old teenage girl. I’m much more tom-boy than I am girly and I doubt there’s one item of pink in my whole wardrobe. I have long dark, plain brown hair and yah it’s not very attractive. My eyes are brown, I’m unfortunately covered in freckles and I’m paler than a someone who’s seen a ghost…yup I’m your average, boring girl.

I live quite a normal life. I have an overprotective and player of an older brother, Alex, and an annoying yet loveable brat of a little brother, Leo.

My dad, Matthew, is a surgeon at the local hospital, where he often works pretty late hours. My mum, Susie, is a psychiatrist at the same hospital and lives a pretty hectic life but is a lot more…chilled compared to my dad. Let’s just say that my mum believes in the whole, ‘peace out’, ‘radical, dude’ and ‘love not war’ culture. She’s pretty much still stuck in the sixties but nothing is going to stop her from her chilled and ‘groovy’ ways. I’m still relatively average though, even after being brought up with her odd antics – because let’s face it; we all have quirky family members, right?

Alex is always out (as you can guess since I have already given him the title of a ‘player’) and, as already mentioned, my parents are always either out at work, at oh-so-very-important meetings or eating out with colleagues. This makes me the certified babysitter of the house, as you can guess, I’m thrilled to have been given this title… Constantly looking after my brother means I have even less of a social life than I would if I didn’t have to watch over him 24/7. Great, isn’t it?

My friends provide a lot more fun and entertainment in my average life. Charlie’s the life and soul of a party; loud, confident and as friendly and smiley as a cartoon character. Noah’s the polar opposite; reserved, quiet and sarcastic yet still very friendly and reasonably popular; mainly because of his gorgeous looks, since most people don’t speak to him long enough to know about his personality. Huh, school nowadays; everything’s judged on what’s on the outside.

Charlie has boyfriend after boyfriend whilst Noah’s just like me; as single as that last coffee-cream in a box of chocolates. But dating doesn’t really bother me, my life’s fine despite my obvious boyfriend-less state. Alex would never let me anywhere near the male species anyway; I think he’s got enough experience in ‘dating’ for the both of us.

Even though I consider these my ‘best friends’, I pretty much hang with nearly every clique at school….if you can call tagging along with, and occasionally sitting at a table with, as ‘hanging’. The only clique I clash with is the populars. I guess they just don’t hang with anyone who isn’t ‘one of them’.

You could say I’m just one of the normal people in high school. One of the invisible ones who occasionally turns up here and there but no one ever remembers. Then again, I don’t really agree with the secluded groups you often find in high schools; I mean not everyone, or everything, is what they seem on the outside.

Take a beautiful, quiet ocean; with the gentle waves lapping upon the twinkling sand, for example. The scene looks so surreal and breath-taking, like the most beautiful place in the world.

But under the false exterior, it’s murky, dark and terrifying. The once magnificent sea, is now deadly, pulling innocent people under by its ravenous waves.

People never learn that exteriors are extremely different to what’s hiding underneath. I guess that people shouldn’t judge a book by its cover…but I hope they carry on doing just that when it comes to me.

It sure makes life a lot easier.

I mean it’s completely normal to have a few secrets though… isn’t it?

I’ve lived my perfectly ordinary and relatively peaceful life since I was born. I’ve never suffered from anything going wrong; a family death, a sudden move, bullying, or anything else that ruins ones’ childhood. I was pretty lucky.

I know what you’re saying; how is that even possible? Everyone suffers from one stroke of bad luck or the odd glitch in life, right? But I think that people let bad news, or bad luck get them down. What’s the point in living a happy, carefree life for you to let it come crashing down in a split second?

People just blame their discomfort from their misfortune, on their conscience or their mind. But it’s pretty easy to ignore your mind.

And trust me I should know.

When you are an outsider looking in on someone’s life, it’s easy enough to criticise. You can’t even begin to understand why they can’t bear life, or why they are so eager to end the torment.

But I speak from experience; I know that the world can just appear to be a large black blur. That you don’t care what people think of you, that you don’t care how you see yourself. I’ve been there, done that, and bought the bloody t-shirt.

I can understand that when something happens, your world collapses around you. I understand that for a while, you can’t even bear to look at the rubble and wreckage. But if you look away from all of that, you can see the bright sun, the gleaming sky and the perfect world. It’s only your little bubble that’s fallen into devastation; all you have to do is pop it, and return to your old life.

I haven’t let even the ugliest of bad news get in my way.

People see me and my life and instantly see normality. I’ve lived this life for so long, what’s the point in suddenly changing it? If others can’t see what’s going on in my dismal, distressed, grief-stricken, troubled life, then why should I see something different?

It’s easy to be oblivious; especially when everyone else around you is as well.

That’s why I keep my normal, ordinary, average life.

That’s why I’m normal, ordinary, average.

I’ve worked with my grief, my depression, my sadness. I wouldn’t say I’m ignoring it as such; it’s just boxed away, ready to resurface when I can bear to open it up again.

I just keep my secrets, and make sure no-one is conscious of them. Even myself.

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