I Am Not A Nerd |✅

Intro Baby

Hey guys welcome to my story, my full name is Cecilia Angela Ross and I'm officially going to be sixteen by November eighteen which is a few months away from now, say cheese! I know you didn't ask but no, I am not a nerd believe me. Although I enjoy reading and most times pull up to school covered in sweat pants and oversized hoodies wearing glassess twice as big as my face I need you to listen to me when I say I'm not a nerd, nobody ever takes me seriously when I say that and I wonder why.

Let's talk business, where did the term nerd come from? I don't know about you but I speak for me and all the wrongfully accused nerds out there when I say the word should be banned and forbidden even never to be spoken again by mankind because it is nothing but clear discrimination in broad daylight. I mean it makes absolutely zero sense that we are cast aside and separated from the others simply because we like to read, dress like ourselves and not conform to society's new craze disguised in the form of fashion.

Would you imagine that on my way out this morning I came across Bethany my sister shoving what could be seen to be a three year old baby's tee down her neck even though it was practically ripping apart while putting on a see through skirt that could pass as nylon to match with it. Really, this is who they tell me to emulate? Nah I'm good.

Moving on to the next page of my boring life, I am fortunate enough have a bestfriend named Loveth although I must warn she is not like her name speaks at all, she often has me questioning the kind of crimes I committed in my past life to be unlucky enough to encounter her in this life but overall I must say that she's a pretty decent human, I mean she says bless you when someone sneezes next to her, yes it's the little things that matter, to me at least.

Loveth's a little chubby with curly brown hair and a face similar to that of an orange and unlike how bright she looks the girl is often grumpy and loves to swear unprovoked in her British accent which is now fading off after having lived in America for far too long but hey she swears I'm hating anytime I point it out so I just let her be with her little British delusion, she says she will return to Britain after highschool but who doesn't know that's a story her mama made up to get her to focus on her studies more. Either way I won't be the one to break to her. Can you believe it? She's also sixteen like me but claims to be my elder sister because she was born in August while I November, seriously the math ain't mathing but I guess that's just me.

So now my daily routine goes like this.

Wake up and roar like an angry lion, don't ask me why, I get pissed every morning when I open my eyes and find myself still on this dying planet called Earth, can't I just live in space or something? Far from humans and their shenanigans, I bet the aliens are better humans.

Next I send my alarm knocking into the wall, it works like magic, drowning my rage everytime it shatters. Mom has to replace it almost every week and won't stop complaining, why can she not take a hint and have it banished from my life entirely, for real that thing's too damn noisy it drives me insane.

Done throwing a tantrum it's straight to the bathroom. I spend an average of ten minutes screeching my lungs out to last Friday night by Katy Perry. Yup, its my favorite song, now before you judge or say something not nice, I'll have you know that I absolutely do not give a chicken (PS I chose to be a decent human and abstain from indulging myself with cuss words so when I'm upset I say chicken instead, brilliant I know.) about what you or anyone else thinks, my taste is elite and only people who watch keeping up with the Kardashians don't agree with me.

Now back to what I was saying

Once I'm out of the bathroom I dry my hair and reach for my signature outfit which is an awful combination of sweat pants that looks like my daddy gave it to me along with a hoodie that could fit a woman pregnant with triplets and throw it over my tiny frame, nodding my head in satisfaction at my reflection when I know I should be doing the opposite.

I hate to be self aware but it's hard to skip the weird stares I receive from different sides whenever I walk by, they stare at me like I should be locked up in a chicken asylum and honestly I see whatever it is they see, every morning when my reflection stares back at me, I see her weeping profusely reminding me that only psychopaths look the way I do but the thing is nothing motivates me to be a better person. Do I do it for school or society? Neither of them deserve a sane Cecilia.

Beth swore I would change once I got to highschool and start developing crushes like most girls do but what is there to crush when all the boys around make me want to puke and the mere sight of them fills me with a strong desire to be the worse version of myself ever seen before. It hurts me to admit out loud but they are all pigs, every single one of them, don't blame me so soon for talking this way, you'll see for yourself just how and why they make me so sick that I don't mind cosplaying as a mad woman in order to keep them chicken roaches away.

Now once I'm done with my clothes there's not much left to do, I throw my weeks old unwashed hair into a messy bun and rush downstairs repeating the same words I do every morning.

"Bye mum, bye dad, bye Beth!"

I usually don't even wait for a reply or care for breakfast before dashing out of the house. As Loveth would say, only the weak eat breakfast, the strong kickstart their day on empty stomachs earning their bread as they grind for the day which makes absolutely no sense considering we're both highschoolers and have no jobs yet but I see the girl leaning towards the motivational speaker side so I keep quiet and just let her rap.

Free from the prison cell called home I meet up with Loveth on the road to school, glued to each other's side we trail down the sidewalk, swinging our arms happily as we battle ourselves in a fierce quiz like we always do every morning. We made it a custom to challenge each other without fail every day and I look forward to solving whatever equation she pulls up with as Loveth is a math freak, I'm more of chemistry though, math is like a teenage boy going through puberty, hard to crack and challenging especially when the formula is unknown.

When school is over I head straight home to my room with solely one intention in mind which is to drown myself in the familiar embrace of my advanced chemistry textbooks until I drift off to sleep and the cycle goes on, over and over again like a wall clock, no hanging out with friends, no parties, no sleep overs, no trips. Just me in my room, same old routine, head buried deep in them books until the darkness gets it's grip on snatch my soul. I wake up again the next morning, angry at the thought of existence but unable to do anything, so I repeat anyway.

That is how I Cecilia Angela Ross have been living my life until that one unfortunate event that disrupted my peaceful world of chemistry and had me up all night trying to solve full blown mathematics equations without any formula or a given example, just me with my intuition which always leads me to the wrong places at the wrong times and don't be shocked to find out she's also the one who got us in trouble in the first place but somehow I'm supposed to believe she's my saving grace? Please my intuition clearly wants us dead but I will be alive to tell this story and I know you want to read so bad so I'll tell it to you, just how that psycho girl with only one friend and not a single care for anything except her books and grades became the face of the nerds, a title she hated so much and also the talk of the entire school.

I must add that I still hold a grudge with my father till this day for bestowing upon me the ancient name Cecilia, really it sounds like something from the middle ages and I hate to admit that I do infact live like a cave man, maybe it's the name haunting me? Not sure but I must warn, do not call me Cecilia! I repeat, do not make mention of the name Cecilia, if you must Cecil is just fine, ignore my warnings and you will find yourself lost in space without a map, I really hope for your sake that you take me serious because this is not a joke, tread with caution.

Believe it or not, this psycho named Cecilia is capable of so many things the human brain will never be able to come up with, maybe the aliens can but if you stick around long enough you'll be able to find out. So, what do you say, let's unravel this mystery together shall we?

Hi!

I decided to rewrite this book after so many years, honestly it's too good to be sitting around like that and alot could be done with it. If you're an old reader be prepared because I'm going to be changing a lot of things, I wrote this book when I was sixteen and alot has changed now including my mindset, the old version of this is actually so cringey I can't help but feel embarrassed, for my new readers welcome, take a seat at the back I promise it will be fun.