I See Him

There are two types of people in this world.

The ignorant people and the emotionally developed.

It's not faith that picks what type of person you are. It's you. You have the choice to be Ignorant or Emotionally Developed.

You have to pick.

You can't tell if a person is Ignorant or not until you meet them. You have to get to know eachother.

I to be honest don't know which one I am. I can't pick. I can't seem to follow any of the rules. I am in between the two enemies. I am standing here watching the two groups mix together secretly hating eachother to bits. One group wants everyone to be one way but the other wants the same thing about themselves.

My best friend is emotionally developed while my other friends are ignorant.

Anyway, my name is Avery Kennedy. A formal yet horrible name. Everyone says ' Avery Kennedy is such a nice name. The girl who bears that name must be the prettiest girl ever'. They are wrong. The name itself is pretty. It's not pretty when it lays on top of me. When it follows me around and especially not when I react to it.

Everyone knows I hate that name. Everyone does. So nobody calls me that except for fake sluts that think they are so 'cool'.

If someone asked me to describe myself I would say :

Lazy

Anti-Social.

Different.

Freak.

Yes. Those two last ones are the best. Different. Freak. I didn't choose those names. The society did. I think that its not true but since people called me that since I was 1 years old-Since my parents started to notice the freakiness in me- I just got really used to that.

"Ave, come on!" My mom interrupts my thinking with her high pitched voice.

"Why?" I groan and roll over on my bed.

I can hear footsteps in the hall and they get louder with every step.

"Because!" My mother comes in and then walks back out slamming the door making the wall shake.

I know what you are thinking. My mother is cruel blah blah blah. You are wrong. She is a lovely Emotionally Developed person. She just doesnt like my sappy attitude. Who does is the real question.

I surprise myself when I find myself walking downstairs into the kitchen, slowly but surely. My dad peeks his Brown eyes from the newspaper only to take a glimpse of what is his daughter. Which is of course,Me.

"What were you doing upstairs?" Kristen asks from across the table.

"What every teenager does" I mumble and dit down next to my dad.

"Which is hook up with guys?" She asks.

She is one of the fake sluts at my school. I know she's my sister but she likes to make all her friends be against me. I don't give a shit though.

"Avery you are going to Small Hill from Monday to Wednesday"My mom comes in carrying food on two plates for Kristen and Dad.

"And then for Thursday and Friday you are in school" She continues and walks out.

Soon later she comes back with two more plates and puts one in front of me and the other in front of the empty chair beside Kirsten.

"Why can't she stay there all the time?" Kristen asks batting her fake eye lashes rapidly.