The Gentleman gets the Nerd.

Chapter 1: I want to be somebody

Chapter 1

You know how in relationships that there those kind of couples. Like there's this couple that's acting like they're Jack and Rose from Titanic, another where the chick's dating a douchebag, and another where they won't shut up about one another for just ten minutes like it's the end of the world. Well.. I'm not like them, you see I'm different. I'm just a shy, geeky tomboy, I'm not a cheerleader or anything. If I ever try to talk to somebody I would most probably end up faceplanting onto the floor halfway and yell,"WHY AM I BOTHERING TO INTERACT WITH PEOPLE? WHAT AM I DOING WITH MY LIFE?!"

"What am I doing with my life indeed." I said as I got up from my bed. I looked around my room, seeing all of my Disney pins laid neatly on my table it reminded myself of watching Disney movies while playing Left For Dead 2*, as I continued looking around I saw all of my posters I've gotten from pre-ordered games to comic books I've bought over the years, pictures of The Doctor and Amy Pond accompanying them,I looked at my bed again and see my desktop, an Aperature* Lab wallpaper, typical right? The only thing that probably make my room even more entertaining is my comic book collection under my desk with issues of Deadpool* and Gotham Sirens* sticking out as always. I took out one of the Deadpool comic books and began to read the comic again, as I continued reading I began thinking to myself, "Look at him, he is living the life while you're over here reading his life. I have to be more productive, maybe go out and find a boyfriend. At least that's what normal girls are doing nowadays. But it's so against my rules to a carefree life! Why do you do this to me, life?"

Just at that moment, "ALEKSANDRA ISELY! Can you please come down and explain to me this.. this.. HORRENDOUS MESS!" Oh boy, she's mad as hell this time, I'm so screwed. As I got downstairs, I made my way to the living room and saw a huge mess of paint splatters of different colours. Pink on the curtains, orange on the TV, colours everywhere, it looked like an absolute mess. I looked around in awe but I noticed that there were little footprints and fingerprints,that seemed way too small compared to mine, on the paint. Wayne. That little chimp, he did this mess.

There came in a 6-year old little boy with big and innocent brown eyes looking at us. "Yes, mother? I have arrived at your service." I mocked.

"Don't mock me young lady. I know that your little brother had done this but who was the one who left the paint out anyways?" There was a cold silence in the room, I didn't bother to listen to what she had to say. I left the paint on the table anyways, it's Wayne's fault for going out and venturing right? Wrong. It's always my fault for some reason. I never tend to get it. Just because he's 6 and I'm 16 means I'm responsible for everything, at least according to my mother. She barely understands anything I'm going through, I only have enough friends to keep me company, but not all the time too. It sucks. Cheezuz, sometimes I just want to run away and never return like how Peter Pan went to Neverland or something. After awhile of mother's constant nagging, I returned to my room and stared at my shrine dedicated to Disney. Not to sound like a kid or anything but Disney can literally help me escape from the real-world and enter a world of memories, happiness and magic, sometimes I want my life to be like what a Disney movie is. But how do I know I have a Disney shrine all of a sudden appearing in my bedroom. Looking through the figurines at the table or shrine, I found my favourite figurines. An Ariel figurine where she's holding out the stuff at her grotto, a Stitch bobble head where he's reading "The Ugly Duckling" to a bunch of baby ducklings and a figurine of Rapunzel with a lantern. "I'm different. Part of your world. When will my life begin." They went through my head, these people and alien wanted something and they got it. If I want to be somebody I have to earn it. Whether it's wrong or right. People can't people nowadays just take time to notice if somebody feels troubled, it's not like I have a background of hurting anyone in school. All I did was not hand up homework, listen to teacher or interact, is it that hard for me to be somebody other than being the "good girl gone bad" or a tomboy just because I read comics and stuff. Sheesh life is tough to handle.

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Author's note time!

YAY! So for of you who don't read comics or play games then let me give you a brief explanation. Also do you think I should go easy on the geeky stuff inside the stories? Leave a comment if you think I should/shouldn't.

Left 4 Dead 2- A game created by Valve. Where you play with 4 players, most of the time, and you kill zombies somewhat like Walking Dead but less talking.

Aperature- A lab created from the game Portal. Another game created by Valve. You play as a character named Chell and is given a portal gun and tasks requiring the use of the portal gun.

Deadpool- Comic book anti-hero. Created from Marvel. He has a healing ability which makes him immortal and has burnt skin all over his body causing him to be severely scarred. He carries around katanas and usually hangs out with Wolverine and the X-Men. He also has a game and the ability to break the fourth-wall between him and the people reading it.

Gotham Sirens- Comic book villainess gang. Poison Ivy, Harley Quinn and Catwoman are involved. They go around Gotham City causing trouble and occasionally help each other out especially Harley Quinn.