Hopefully when people look at me, the first word that pops into their mind is “normal”. I don’t want to be perceived as a drama magnet, queen bee, nerdy government joiner or any other stereotypical label popular at most schools. Simply, Delilah sounds good. I’m sure everyone knows how to classify something thats “weird”, and the relationships i’ve formed over the years with people is exactly that. Don’t get me wrong, I have friends, and the occasional crush, I just hadn’t found anyone who made an effort to understand me, so I kinda gave up. My parents were loving enough, but they didn’t have the time, or energy for that matter, to listen and help me with all my personal problems and experiences.
Having just started high school as a fourteen year old freshman, I began to notice a rapid increase in the work loads, even with the non-advanced classes I was taking. Almost up to the point where I didn’t have time to stroll around my neighborhood and think the deep, wise, and personal thoughts that usually occurred in my very normal brain. Luckily enough, I had time on a blistery Friday afternoon in November to dwell in my neverending “normal” thoughts. Unfortunately, this is exactly where my extremely normal (emphasis on “normal”) life ended.
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The Crash
AdventureShe was running. They were going in 2 different directions. What did she ever do wrong? Just a normal soul. Before she knew it, it was spinning, out of control, crazed, coming right for her. Cars turned to rubble. Tires squealing, glass shattering...
