I AM SOMEBODY.
- Reads 70
- Votes 6
- Parts 6
MatureOngoing9m
Last published Mon, Jan 25, 2016
You can not take my name from me by calling something else simple because of where I came from or what I wear. You can not judge me by what school I come from or the color of my skin. I have a name and I will not allow you to take it from me just because you deemed me unfit for your society. How dare you actually have the audacity to even think that you can place yourself higher than me. You don't know the things I have been through, so let me inform you. I TAKE THIS OATH TO SHOW YOU THAT I AM SOMEBODY.
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
You may also like
Oddball
I'm not like the other kids. The other kids, with their pale gold hair and pale moon faces, or dark coffee skin and hair as black as night. I don't want to waste my life, being told to believe things because some adult said so. I don't want to be shunned because I look different. I don't want this. In this place everything is perfect. Adults hold all the answers to the world. It is meant to be simple and perfect, like chess pieces. Calculated and controlled. Black and white. that is how it is meant to be. But then this wouldn't be much of a story. _____________________________________ --hey guys, please give me feedback and/or suggestions!--Complete
Hollow
I'm a Hollow. That's what they call us. I don't feel enough emotion to make judgements about people and there's really no way for me to feel much more. I can read people much easier than I can feel, but I can't feel sympathy for any of them. I can have people that can love me and I won't be able to love them back. I don't even know if being a Hollow is bad.Complete
πππππππ ππππ
You can change your name, Change your mind, And leave this fucked up place behind, But I'll know, I'll know.Complete
Charlie
Theres a reason why I go by my middle name Charlianna aka Charlie than my original..terrifying first name. I am the wrong girl with the wrong personality to be named Christie, soooo I forced people to call me Charlie instead. Now that we got that out of the way, I personally believe I'm a mature young adult with the same goal that any other senior in high school would have. Leaving. I have a goal to leave the pit that is known as.... Red Heights High School, but the only way I can do that is to be accepted into Georgetown University. My life was going right on track until Nathan Logans, someone in school who is somewhat well known (not really) because he can play soccer (big whoop), began to ruin my life. As well as befriending his best friend and his probable ex aka stepsister (yeah, just let that sink in), befoore learning some...interesting news that will literally ruin my life. You could think this will lead to a good happy ending, well...hell I wish that too.Complete
ππ»πΈ π΅πΏπ πΈπΉπΉπΈπΆπ
πππ πππ¦ π¦ππ’ πππ‘π‘π ππππππ§π π‘βππ‘ π‘βπ π βππ‘ π¦ππ’ ππ ππππππ‘π πππ‘ ππ’π π‘ π¦ππ’, ππ’π‘ ππ£πππ¦πππ ππππ’ππ π¦ππ’.Complete
Mortals Meet Percabeth
I'm so sorry if you press on this. I was not intending on destroying your will to live. The only way I was able to write this is because mine's already been destroyed.
π π¨π«ππ₯π¬π€ππ
π«πππππππππ: (π.) π»ππ ππππππππππππ πππ-ππππ ππ ππππππππ πππππππππ ππ πππ ππππππππππ ππ πππππππ ππ ππππ 1Complete
A Midsummer Night's Dream
You guys know your roles. Don't ask me. I gave you the link. Don't complain that you can't memorize your lines because you don't have a copy. Questions are welcomed. Don't screw up our class project, please. Thank you :) And classmates, PLEASE STAY AWAY FROM ANYTHING ELSE ON MY PROFILE THANK YOU.Complete
Brimcess
An urbangay I Was Working On When I Got Deleted.Complete![My brothers best friend (Logan Paul fanfic) [COMPLETED]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/121485724-256-k533493.jpg)
My brothers best friend (Logan Paul fanfic) [COMPLETED]
"Yeah we argue a lot, but we can get through it" Highest rank: #1 in Logangforlife I wrote this when I was literally thirteen, I don't know why it's getting so much attention but prepare yourself for the most cringe story ever. Thanks for reading, if you died, that's my bad :))Complete
I'm not like the other kids. The other kids, with their pale gold hair and pale moon faces, or dark coffee skin and hair as black as night. I don't want to waste my life, being told to believe things because some adult said so. I don't want to be shunned because I look different. I don't want this. In this place everything is perfect. Adults hold all the answers to the world. It is meant to be simple and perfect, like chess pieces. Calculated and controlled. Black and white. that is how it is meant to be. But then this wouldn't be much of a story. _____________________________________ --hey guys, please give me feedback and/or suggestions!--
More detailsContent Guidelines