Who Am I?

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Who am I?

I am an American teenage girl that attends a public high school.

I have my own group of friends that hang out away from everyone else.

I wear black, grey, white and plaid with Converse

I eat leftovers

I sleep sometimes between classes

I drink water from old SoBe bottles

I am not like most American high schoolers

I don’t care about gossip, unless it’s about my friends

I don’t flash my cleavage, thighs, and stomach

I don’t talk to everyone in all my classes

I don’t say ‘like’ in every sentence

And I don’t care about most things that go on

I have never had a boyfriend

I haven’t had my first kiss

I haven’t done any sort of drugs or consumed large amounts of alcohol

I haven’t lost my virginity

And I am not going to for years

My nail polish is chipped

The sides of my hands are smeared in lead

My skin is almost paper white

The headphones I use are pushed up my head like a crown

I avoid drama and most social events

I sleep when I can

And eat when I want

I sit silently in the back dark corner of the classroom, doodling with a purple pen

When I don’t talk, my mind is rambling

All I do is think

I may not have the best grades or can talk straight half the time

I’m socially awkward  in many ways, but myself even more

But my mind is reeling like a child’s pinwheel

Problems and answers

Notes and figurines

I keep to myself a lot of the time, and though I do ask for company sometimes

I would like to be alone for the rest

To think

To contemplate on life and my dreams

Figuring out what I will do and picturing dramatic scenarios

“What if”s and “Maybe”

Inspiration tracking me down and whispering to me what to do

I just listen to her calls and do what I do

If your someone who barley glances as they quite person in the back of thr room, a faraway glaze to their eyes

Stop and think

“They could be the most interesting person in the world if I stop to talk to them”

And they could.

They could be writing a book that would bring publishers to their knees

They could be drawing a beautiful piece that would make strong men cry

They could be making plots and plans for an experiment that could change mankind

They could be thinking of the absolutely most weirdest scenario in the world

And you would never know

I am an artist in more than one field

I am a bit heavier than a girl my age should be

I am a novelist in the making

I am alone on the weekends with nothing but a laptop, a tablet, a TV 13 channels, and a cat

I am me

I have flaws and perfections

But what I don’t have

Is an STD

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⏰ Last updated: Sep 02, 2012 ⏰

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