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Warning: This runs a bit long. Happy (late) Thanksgiving everyone! And to those who don't celebrate, Happy Thursday! Note: the app kept crashing so I couldn't post this earlier. But anyways, on to the lovefest!
Thank you Alkimara and mystic_mess for chatting with a random stranger (ME) one day and becoming my senpai's. I don't believe that I would have survived on here much longer without you guys. Seriously, I have the sense of a wild chipmunk. Chip chip, I dare to say. Chip chip.
Wait, wasn't I a cat?
Oh my god I am having an existential crisis.
Thank you EllieBrine for coming across my ask and dare book and deciding to comment on it that one day. You have become my smol child and awakened the motherly side of me, thus resulting in the creation of Mama Gen. It's still up to debate whether that is a good thing or not, so whatever happens next is on you. :P
Thank you L3ft0v3r_F4nd0mTr4sh for walking into that social studies class three years ago and being the first person that I could ever fangirl with. You joined Wattpad after I introduced you and have inspired me with ideas for ask and dare. You take me through crazy adventures, some we could have lived without, but all very memorable. Just remember, there is a limit to how many bodies I am willing to hide.
Christine, I don't know what the hell you changed your name to, but I hope you see this. (Although I will most likely aggressively spam you with texts in order to make you read this). Anyways, thank you for coming up to the new girl, to me, the scared 4th grader trying to hide in her striped sweater on that one fateful day. You came up to me with a kind of kindness that I had never received before in my life and introduced me to Lis. And the rest is history.
*cough* And now to get emotional. *cough*
Looking back on it, it's laughable how the three of us couldn't have been anymore different. You were girly and cute, Lis was cool and popular, and I was just me: the shy, quiet girl who wore baggy sweaters and read all the time, the one who tripped over her own limbs and didn't know how to properly express emotion. I was cold and wouldn't talk unless necessary. When I tried to fit in I would blurt out the most awkward things. I couldn't let anyone in because of the great fear of being hurt and abandoned, a fear that still resides within me. I had created a barrier and, as result, was left to lick my wounds in solitude. However, you two fought back and broke through, allowing me to see my shield was my weakness. So thank you for being there and silently reading my stories (you little stalker), and forever being my white trash bestie. (Please don't hit me woman). We're the original trio and we've got to stick together!
Thank you Wattpad, for being my escape.
Thanks to everyone who follows me and/or reads my content. You put up with my freak-outs, my amateur writing, and my procrastination. You've given me a whole other world to explore and add to. Before joining, I thought there was nobody else who understood me. I have been hurt again and again, and to this day I still continue to deal with this. I was utterly alone, left to drift away into the eternal bliss of darkness. But I was incredibly wrong. It has been two amazing years -nearly three(!)- of loving and being loved, and for that I am truly thankful. You've given me something to look forward to when I wake up, something I don't believe I've ever quite had before.
And finally, I thank you, dear reader. Even if you aren't any of the people up above. I thank you for taking the time from your precious lifetime to read the words of an illiterate fifteen year old girl, one who doesn't know a lick of Spanish and makes sure to keep all of her stuffed animals on her bed -for she believes the one in a trillion chance of hurting their feelings is too great a risk to take. Thank you for being born.
Before discovering this site, the one who types these words was a scared, nameless girl, just one of the billions of people who exist on this planet called Earth. Now, she is a girl who's name starts with the letter K, the girl with no meaning to her name which was entirely made up one night in a hospital. Most would think that being the only one in the world to bear that name would make a girl lonely, but it is the complete opposite now. She is the girl who makes sarcastic quips and can solve a word search in 0.5 seconds, but she is also the one who has yet to taste a blueberry or let go of her too-baggy sweatshirts. So different from the one who previously inhabited that body.
And near the end of the day that girl will lay to rest and the one who takes over will be sitting cross-legged amongst her many stuffed animals, donned in a TMNT onesie and logging onto a very familiar writer's website. She will type in all caps and cry over fictional characters. She will fight off self-doubt as she tells tales of those who fall in love and fight for what is right, some who will die heroically and some who will battle their inner demons along the way. This girl will have a name that consists of three letters, three letters that she herself will create meaning for. Laying within her mind will be thousands of other names, each one a different piece of her.
Each and every one of those girls thanks you profusely.
As of this present moment, my name is Gen. But it also Snow and Tessa and Lucy and Mimic and many, many more. That nameless girl is happy now and will always remain a peace of me, and K will be my present and future. But no matter what, Gen lies beyond this screen and in every word that pours out from my fingertips and onto this crisp white expanse. This girl who's name consists of three letters will exist forever. And I believe that she is the one who wishes to thank you the most. Without you, she'd had never been born.
One day, there will be a group of very different females walking by. They will chatter and shriek in obnoxious happiness, not caring for any annoyed passerby. There will be a girl with colorfully dyed hair, happily chasing around another girl, one who will walk with the steps of a bunny and laugh as her black and blonde hair whips around in the breeze. A girl wearing glasses will brush a lock of brown hair behind her ear and yell at the two to quiet down as she dials up her mother's phone number. Another -one of Asian ethnicity- will giggle at them whilst trying to hold the skirt of her dress down, her Ombre ponytail whipping to the side as she complains of the chilly breeze. The pretty Latina next to her will laugh at her misfortune and lightly chastise her before calling her "Sweetie", a nickname she gives everyone.
Lagging behind them will be another girl, one who will release short and quiet chuckles as she views everything in a content peace. She won't have much presence and she will look ordinary in each and every way. Her clothing will be dark and she'll walk with a slight slouch, but she will hold a light in her eyes as she teasingly calls the ponytailed one "White trash", slight panic crossing her features as she ducks away from a punch and slightly trips over her own two feet. When they eventually walk past you, you'll be able to see a slight smile decorate her features as the rest laugh at her near misfortune.
They'll turn a corner.
And maybe, just maybe, if you're lucky enough...
...the last thing you'll catch before they completely disappear from view will be the remnants of a sweatshirt, one that will have sat a bit too large upon the quite average frame of a quite average girl.
Well, as average as you can get with a million names.
