Dreamer

Introduction

Quote: "You see things and you say why? I dream things that never were; and I say why not?"- Bernard Shaw

Its fall, or summer. One of those. I never really cared much for the seasons, it wasn't like something remarkable came from them anyways. To me it made no sense. The fact that we had to memorize and know what day it was, or which year we were in or even which season it was, was absurd. Absolutely insane!! Like I said I didn't care. They didn't affect my life, well maybe they did, but in my head they didn't. It just didn't matter to me.

All my life I tried to fit in with people. I never had the perfect best friend, or the unimportant but somewhat important friends that followed. However I did have the boy whom I had a crush on, but never found the courage to speak to. My life might have been the typical high school teenage life, except I couldn't fit into the long kept system of high school social standards that labeled kids in a ridiculous way. There were the jocks, cool kids, preppy kids, fashionistas, nerds, geeks etc... as for me, I couldn't fit in anywhere, but it was in a good way. How can I say it was a good thing? Well I pretty much got along with everyone, so I couldn't claim one place for myself. I was literally everywhere, and it was amazing! Although, I wasn't like any of them. I didn't dress up like the emo kids or listen to their loud music, I didn't know any thing about women or fashion and I certainly didn't have a taste for fashion. I was smart but not smart enough to be considered a nerd. I didn't enjoy the rash of whatever geeks felt in spending every second of their time playing video games,. This was mostly because I didn't know what it felt like to play a video game. I was most definitely not an athlete, seeing as I never won an athletic game, and I absolutely hated gym.

I was just Amanda Walden, the somewhat quiet, definitely naive and clueless, and kind of pretty girl. I didn't even know who I was, because this was the description people gave me. I promised myself that every year I'd find a piece of myself. I'd start with the small things like, what color I liked the most, what kind of music I liked, and then move on to the bigger things, like my future. My plans and goals. But every year it was impossible. I liked things, I could tell when something was nice, but I never knew how to chose. My life was a boring mess of nothing.

I did have something unique, that I kept to myself. I had something no other adult had or kid had. Something that stood out. I had my dreams. Like my life my dreams weren't specific. I didn't dream about one specific thing, my dreams were always changing, and as far as I knew, they were more interesting than my reality could have ever been.

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