New At This

Landon Rosswood

Chapter one:

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" Landon Rosswood "

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Landon Rosswood.

Everyone knows the name.
Not because he did something fantastic.
Not because he went out with the hottest girl in school.
Not because he is the star quarterback in the football team.
Not because he is the tallest guy on the basketball team.
Not because he is the most baddest and rebellious kid in school.
And, no, not because he is the weird kid who sits alone in the corner listening to old school rock bands.

Landon Rosswood is an average kid. An average, normal, dull, high school kid.
Not in any way, shape, or form containing of any significance.
Just a kid.
...
Who everyone knows the name of.

Maybe it was because he yelled out "penis" in the middle of a lecture.
Or maybe it was because he can snap his fingers and shake his hips, shamelessly.
Or it could be that he told the bitchiest bitch to- according to him- "ignore everyone who told you to be yourself. Bad idea in your case"
Or maybe it was just the simple reason that, for an average kid, everyone seemed to like him.

Landon Rosswood was cool to the popular kids.
Landon Rosswood was cute to the pretty girls.
Landon Rosswood was the hero to the geeks.
Landon Rosswood was enough to the jocks.
Landon Rosswood was okay to the rebels.
Landon Rosswood was inspiring to his friends.

But Landon Ross was nothing to me.

A simple name.
A title which held no meaning.
Simply given by my mother.
There is nothing there when looking into the mirror.
Just a sad teen staring back.
Hollow and empty.

In conclusion, Landon Rosswood didn't like Landon Rosswood.

But I didn't let anyone else know that.

I, Landon Rosswood, have a reputation. I have something I need to keep in check throughout my High School years. I need to get by. And this is the way to do it.
Just be fake.
There are a lot of phonies in the school. Well, I hope there are, at least.
Perhaps the mean girls aren't that mean. (Maybe)
Perhaps the rude boys aren't that rude. (Maybe)
And perhaps the funny kids aren't that funny. (Most likely)

Maybe it's just a mask. A mask to get through hellish years. I mean, could you blame me? Could you blame them? High School is rough. Rougher than a rabid dog without a leash. And we're all trying to make it through. Just to get it over with.
And I can most certainly say, College is not on my mind. Not one bit.
Landon Rosswood says "no" to more school.
Landon Rosswood will not have it.
Landon Rosswood will not take it.
Landon Rosswood needs to stop talking in third person.
Landon Rosswood needs to get help. Immediately.

Beep. Beep.

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Beep. Beep.

Landon Rosswood needs to get up and ready for school before his mom starts pounding on the door.

Knock. Knock.