The mind of a not so normal, American teenager.

First off, hello. If you are reading this than I guess I shouldn't scare you off with the first page but just as a warning, I am crazy. Undeniably insane. You just can't tell yet. ANYWAYS this is not a true story and there will b some fictional characters but I'll try and make it interesting and somewhat realisticy. Plz don't judge me when you read this and if you have any nasty comments save it. Well, I guess I should start huh?

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Charlotte's Pov.

"Charlotte." An annoyingly happy singsong voice said. "Charlotte?" Damn why won't this girl shut up its freaking seven a.m on the first day of school. "Charlotte?!!" Why can't she give up already?

"What the hell is it this time?!", I cry out.

"Oh I just wanted to say hi and that your outfit is super cute" Pippin said.

I'm gonna kill her! I'm thinking a lovely red bow around her neck tied to a widow would be nice. But first just so you understand me allow me to explain two things. Yes I'm insane and I'm not afraid to let people know it. And secondly this chick has been bugging me since second grade. Apparently, she heard about me from her mom when she moved into my town and, POOF!!! Peace and quiet are gone, which I can cope with but even in second grade no one. I mean no one gets in my personal bubble. Who the heck is this girl?!? I remember thinking to myself as Pippin rushed up to me and gave me a bone crushing hug.

     Thankfully she would get the message my glare was sending her and go back where she came from or with her social group. Oh wait, she didn't. Instead every day I got the same hug and every day I tried to run for my life. So she totally understood that I didn't like her later in life right? I'll give you a hint the answer is a big, fat, no. Back to the present.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT ALL YOU WERE GONNA SAY TO ME?! YOU WASTE MY TIME WITH THAT!!???!"

8th grade and she thinks we are, like totally besties for the resties, like am I right or what? It doesn't help that my superhuman abilities to ignore people don't faze her even a little bit.

"Well yeah and also, don't you think it's pretty chilly this morning?"Pippin inquired.

     I sigh trying so hard not to have yet another shameful outburst. To me, self control over body and mind is the best way a person can show their strength.

     "No, as a matter of fact I don't think it's chilly since it's over sixty degrees on this QUIET,SERENE,BEAUTIFUL morning." I say trying to point out the obvious with out saying shut up.

     Naturally after all these years she would finally get the point and go on her merry way. WRONG!

"Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh!" Pippin squealed.

Shoot me now please. 20 minutes with Pippin on the bus is enough to give any one a headache but, you know since I already had one it made my life fantastic! If there is anyone up there who gives a shit about my soul please send a blast of lightning now, that'd be great.

"What is it THIS time?" Oh wow guess I should tone it down that was practically a growl. Actually you know what? I won't. I've put up with this bullshit long enough.

"My nose is cold!" Pippin whined.

"You've been saying that since Septemburrrrrrrr" That's actually become a joke on the bus lately. Lame joke victory! Ah well, thank goodness we finally got to school. Wow, I can't believe I even thought that. But at the very least I could spend the remaining minutes to lightly tease Pippin, I say lightly because she has the emotional shield of a two year old.

"Hey Rudolph we finally made it!"

"Who are you calling Rudolph?" She asked genuinely confused. The thing is whenever Pippin got cold her nose would turn bright red. With a tiny twinge of guilt I told her that little fact. Emphasis on tiny. And then I was saved from further explanation because I could finally get off the tin can with wheels they call a bus.

I saw a couple of my absolute best friends and quickly made my way over to them hoping I'd ditch Pippin. I know it sounds mean but you have never had to deal with that nasally voice and equally annoying high off pitch voice singing show tunes every morning for the past two years.

"HEY BLONDIE!" I fondly yell at my friend Megan. She was blonde(obviously) but don't let that fool you, she's a math genius and an aspiring engineer. Several people turned my way to see where the noise was coming from but who gives a shit, right?

"HEY CHARLIE!!!" She yelled back just as loudly even though I was rapidly closing the distance. Hang on a sec. "Where is Jilly Bean?" Jilly Bean otherwise known as Jillian was one of my other best friends. No sooner had I asked the question I was tackled from behind by a shorter person with brown hair that had a couple of natural gold highlights and similar 'nerd' glasses to mine even though she manages to make them look chic as hell. It was definetly Jillian I thought as my eardrum came close to bursting when she yelled "BOO!!!" in my ear as loudly as possible.

Laughing the three of us made our way to the building where more than a couple people stopped and stared. Needless to say we sounded bizarre. See, I have this laugh that makes everyone think of a bird that is either,1 choking,2 dying,3 injured beyond belief. And to make matters worse apparently when I chuckle it resembles a chipmunk. I just can't win.

While filling Megan and Jillian in on the latest gossip happening they both looked a bit surprised that an incredibly cute football player from our school had been 1 listening to my conversations on the bus while staring with laser like focus on me, but 2 I'd caught him staring at me for the past year or so.(that doesn't sound clichéd at all) The funny part was, I'm not exactly what you'd all the 'average' person.

     Yeah, you see there are people who are total social outcasts(no longer me) , there are people who you would love to kill given the chance(still me) , and the people who were popularish for the most part but were easily likeable, and we've got our popular crowd. Why they are called that when most people hate them is beyond me. Then there was me. I hang out mostly with the third and first group I'm typically associated with the third but the first is where it began, my social failure to be exact. But that's not important, cause lets face it what is? By now you're probably like, why hasn't the fucking story begun already? Well you're gonna get your wish cause life just had to go and fuck itself up again for me.