Stereotypes

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Saros

          Hey, I'm Saros, and I'd just like to say that everyone has their head up their ass. I have heard so many hypocritical bitches say, "Oh my gosh, society is, like, so messed up.", when they are a part of the reason that society is messed up. This messed up society tears me apart almost every day and I know I am not the only one who is a victim of this. I am pretty much your typical white guy. I decently tall, about 5'9, and I'm kinda chubby still. I have blonde hair that goes in a little quiff along with green eyes. I have been living on this planet for 14 years and I am currently a Freshman. I am more caring and a bit more sensitive than most people. I am also shy and kinda quiet, but with the right people I can be loud and obnoxious. I play many sports such as baseball, basketball, soccer, and my favorite, football. I love football, I know I'm being such a guy right now, but I do truly love football. Anyway, another thing about me is that I am a straight B student, but I have all advanced classes so technically I am above average. What else is there about me... I have a weird favorite color of pink. My parents got divorced when my mom left me and my dad for some asshole in England when I was 7. So I live with him in a little apartment downtown. Some of my favorite music artist are Katy Perry, Troye Sivan, Melanie Martienez, and One Direction. Yes, I know I have the music taste of a 13 year old girl, I have been told more than once. Now that I have about covered everything about me, it's time that I drop the bomb that usual makes everyone hate me. Don't worry, I'm not some murderer that eats puppies in his free time, I just enjoy wearing feminine clothing. I seemed too normal didn't I? Well that where the typical-ness of myself ends. Now, before you ask, I am not gay or transgender, I just enjoy being feminine. I love to wear dresses, they are my favorite article of clothing. I wear make up, I wear mid thigh shorts, I wear crop tops, I even occasionally wear high heels. See, this is why I am constantly torn apart by society. I am their rag doll that they get pleasure from tearing apart. My baseball coach even calls my 'tranny' for the fun of identifying my as trans when I am not. So I guess I lied, I am not your typical white guy. This is my story going through life not fitting the stereotype of 'typical white guy'.

     I woke up just like every other day, snoozing my alarm clock about 5 times until my dad yells at me to get up and threatening that if I don't, I'll be late. So I throw a toaster waffle in the microwave as I run to my room and pick out my galaxy crop top that I love so much along with my ripped black skinny jeans. I run back to my toaster waffle and my backpack and yell at my dad that I'm leaving and that I love him as I run out the door. I ran down 3 flights of stairs unaware of the day ahead of me. When I finally got to the bike rack in the parking garage and rode my way to school I felt as normal as ever, but I would not feel that way for long. The fateful day of April 6th would bring many dormant emotions back to life with a tremendous hunger to consume me.

Helloooo, this is my new story and I know I have about 3 stories that are barely written into but this stiry popped into my head and I fell in love with the plot and felt the need to type it. I hope you guys like it so far, I'll try to be updating about once a week, maybe more, and I'll just have to see how this turns out. Anyway, I hope you hvae a good day!

-Eurpeanidiot