Normal

"Being normal is boring." Says everyone always. Then how come we are all criticized for it? Anna Mercer is as close to 'Normal' as you're gonna get. She's practically the epitome of normal. Shoulder length brownish-blondish some sorta colored hair, hazel eyes that never pop even with the help of mascara, eyeliner, and dozens of filters on Instagram, and a small belly that's only noticeable after she eats a large whopper and fries from Burger King. Her eyes literally suck at doing their job and after watching a fairly interesting episode of Spongebob back in the second grade, she told her father she couldn't see and bam! Just like that she had to wear any pair of hideous glasses Walmart had to choose from, settling with the neutral tan and brown colored Hannah Montana specs. Shall I go on about how terribly normal her life has been, and how after being in the same town, at the same school for seventeen years, the new kids somehow go through a loophole and instantly become popular when clearly it's her turn? Nah, I'd rather not go through that painstakingly long list of normal events in her life. I've got much better things to do. But why don't you go ahead and see things from her perspective? And how a simple frickin' guy changed the last two years of her high school career.