Ze's P.O.V
I quietly sat down in class, smiling at the clear board. Whenever the board was empty, that means no assignment. Our teacher, Mrs.Diyn enjoyed talking to us more then giving us work. She always tells us it will be harder in highschool, and I don't doubt it. For now, I enjoy being in middle school. I do still miss recess...
"So, what do all of you want to be when you grow up?" She asked happily. Everyone started calling out.
"AirForce!"
"Doctor!"
"Firefighter!"
"Engineer!"
"PoliceWoman!"
"President!!"
She giggled."So what about you Steven? What do you want to do?" I hesitated for a second.
"..Youtube!" I answered confidently. The class started to laugh, so did Mrs. Diyn.
"Oh that's a good one Steven! But no, seriously. What do you want to when you grow up?" Hearing that was like a powerful slap to the face.
"I am serious. I want to be a Youtuber!" I replied once again. She gave me a sympathetic look.
"Ohh.. Steven, no one makes it as a Youtuber." I narrowed my eyes at her.
"How many people become the president?" I pointed out defensively.
She avoided the question. "It's better to be something more... logical. Why do you want to be a Youtuber?"
"Since they help people! They entertain people. They help people with their problems. And so much more!" I explained. Probably ignoring most of what I said, she continued her arguement.
"Well if you want to help people with problems, there're plenty of jobs for that! Like an entertainer, or... a theripist." I avoided letting out a sigh. I don't want to perform stand-up, or ask people how they feel for hours.
Youtubers were pretty rare as of now. Youtube itself has been around too long itself. The idea of doing YouTube for a living was mainly jut that, an idea. I always try and ask Mom and Dad about it, but never get a clear responce. "Do you get it Steven?" I nodded, forgetting she was still talking. I slouched in my chair, trying my best to tune her out. I took one more look around. Everyone was invested in the teacher's dicussion, except for him. Across the class. I don't know his name though. The teachers always get on to him when he wears his Mario Hat. Without the desire to think anymore, I closed my eyes.
I know what I want to be, even if no one agrees.
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I don't remember why I'm writing this.....
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To Be Different (RoyalChaos)
FanfictionI may be different, but that doesn't mean anyone needs to act differently around me. Most people don't understand that. But then there's him.
