Not So Ordinary

Introduction

INTRODUCTION.

I did not know why I was this way, but I just was. I hated attention. I hated crowds. I can't have anyone stare at me for ten seconds without feeling self-conscious. And I am very anti-social, unless it is with my two best friends, who were basically replicas of me. Shy in crowds, but can scream and fight with people when they are home. Constantly looking in some sort of mirror to see the reflection staring back at you, praying that it will show something you actually like.

But I was known around this school. My half-siblings, Maddison and Zachary Meyers, are the most popular kids at Kingsford High. I am almost 100% sure that they have the entire school on their contact list.

We looked nothing alike. Of course, Maddie and Zach did, but not me or them.

Maddie was slim and tall, probably around 5'11 with long carmel highlighted hair and cheek bones that stood out and long legs with a shorter torso. She had dark brown eyes while I, had pale blue ones and hair that was a dark brown with the ends dyed blonde. Not an ombré, just the ends - about three inches, is blonde.

Then, there is our style. Maddie was vintage, as for I, am more comfortable. I don't wear heals, that hurt like shit. I don't wear dresses, they show too much most of the time, and I don't wear skirts, who knows when the wind will blow hard?

I was into leggings and denim jackets. Beanies and fedoras. Combat boots and Tims.

Maddie has her ears pierced, I don't.

I have a nose ring, Maddie doesn't.

Maddie can get any boy she wants, I can't.

I can skateboard, Maddie dances ballet.

I play electric guitar, Maddie plays the violin.

Complete opposites.

The same goes for my brother. He is practically the same as Maddie, expect he plays lacrosse and can get any girl he wants.

I prefer the library. Even though I get bad grades, that does not mean I don't read. My escape, actually, along with music.

I wasn't like most girls, and I guess that can be a good thing. But at Kingsford, it's a crime. It's a crime to be different. It's awful. Yet, I still have two more years of it. Being sixteen and a sophomore sucks, but I know that one day, I'll be able to escape this small town and move somewhere bigger - somewhere better.

I actually had plans for my life. I kept it all in a torn up journal. I had two journals. One for plans, one for personal feelings.

The leather black one was for plans.

The leather brown one was for feelings.

I was going to leave for a trip to Australia with my best friends as soon as I graduated then come back and head off to college. In college, I would most likely meet my match. We would graduate, move in together, and get married and have children.

Lucas and Lennon. (I prayed for one boy and one girl.)

But when I met this guy, everything changed.