I've always been a bit of a rambunctious child.
Then again, my parents were hippies, so there's really no wonder where I got it from. Virginia was not exactly where they fit in, but they loved the environment. They also loved me, so of course I was named after the great state.
Virginia Burgesson.
Yes, yes that is my name. Yes, I know it's a little tragic, but I'm cool with it. I find that my name fits me very well, for I am a bit different from your typical 17 year old girl.
Now you're probably expecting,"I don't wear makeup, I don't flirt, I don't wear dresses, blah blah blah," but that's not really what I mean by different.
I mean different as in I don't see any weaknesses in myself. I see everything as a strength that can be utilized in different aspects of life.
I am different because my hair is naturally a caramel color with little highlights, while most people pay for this hairstyle.
I am different because little freckles cover my face, so I look like a pale ladybug.
Because I have small tattoos all over me because my parents believe in self-expression.
Because my eyes are dark brown, I am short, I am nerdy and clumsy and involved in every extracurricular.
I am different.
Simple.
I've always been outgoing, and I've never had any fears.
The world will take care of me just as I have managed to help take care of it, so I walk through life with the confidence that I will always be okay.
All this seemed to stay, even when my parents finally realized that they wanted to go to California.
Would I miss my friends?
Of course.
Was I sad?
Not really.
My main concern was how many opposites I would have, and how many of them would become my friends.
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Antithesis of Me
Teen FictionWe as human beings have a natural instinct to pick friends that resemble us. Well, that's not always wise. You need some opposites to play your strengths off of...most of the time. If you're me, you might need people to show you your weaknesses.