When It Mattered ✔️

F I F T E E N

All places, universities, towns.. everything, is made up and completely fictional. I forgot to think of my setting so let's pretend it's somewhere that is sunny all year long (no snow! Lucky them). And it's a tiny town which is like a few hours away from Ethan's and Gracie's hometown. Anything seeming to relate to something real is completely coincidental :)
F I F T E E N
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"There are two types of evil people. People who do evil stuff and people who see evil stuff being done and don't try to stop it."
— Mean Girls ;)
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"There's no way it's her," Jessica rolled her brown eyes as our shy classmate passed our group, covered head to toe in all black and blue, "As if she would dress so gothic or be so... Creepy." Jess cringed.

I thought she was pretty. She had straight black hair with straight bangs. Her porcelain-like face, even with the piercings, looked cute. Actually, they made her look even more cute, especially the ones on her cheek where she probably had dimples. Her eyes, covered in dark shadow, shone a brighter blue because of the drastic contrast. She was beautiful even if it was in her own unique way. You could still appreciate beauty that wasn't you're style, couldn't you?

It had been like this for a couple of weeks now. Every time I released a new column, they all begin to try to pick me out from the school. I had already been casted aside amusedly enough. Though, Raven was still in the running. It wasn't surprising though, Raven was perfect and after all, my muse.

Honestly, it pissed me off. They would pick each other apart in front of me and I just had enough of it. They believed I was some sort of snobby, high and mighty, flawless, mystical creature. It made no sense. Even in my columns I had spoken about mistakes and regrets... Clearly I did not try to pretend I was perfect.

"They are like vultures," Raven shuddered as we stood apart from the group, "to think, they've casted off the actual person they are looking for without a single thought like you were garbage on the bottom of their shoe."

"You're making me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Stop with those crazy words." I said in a monotone voice as she laughed at me. "But yeah, I know what you mean. I have a plan though." I grinned, "I'll just tell them all of my flaws."

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These passed couple of weeks walking around the SDU campus, all I've heard were whispers guessing who I could be and how I was probably this brave, head-strong girl. I just want to tell you, I'm most definitely not.

You have romanticized me, which is okay, but at the end of the day, I'm just like you. A student trying to find her place is this merciless world. A girl attempting to establish a connection with a boy. And maybe even one of your friends you gossip to and ask for help on school projects. Maybe I've asked you for help. I'm just a girl --an everyday normal person with the same fears and feelings as you.

The only difference between us: I find myself having the means to tell everyone the real truth of what it's like to be an average kind of person in a world meant for more than average people. I am not better than you. I am not without flaws: I hate how red my face gets when I get embarrassed or think of things I shouldn't, I hate how I give advice and sometimes don't listen to it myself, I hate crying over the same dumb boy time and time again, I hate falling into the arms of another to forget. But I do these things.

The only reason I can sit here and write these articles is because of you. I want my mistakes to prove a lesson to others in the same situation. I want my failings to benefit you. Does that make sense to you? I'm weak. I may preach about my strength but haven't you noticed it has always been after I have fallen? The only reason I can sit here and write is because of these imperfections of mine that you cast off without a thought. Falling down can eventually build a stronger foundation. We need flaws to grow.