Peculiar Girl
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There she was: stuck in the rain again. Her bright pink umbrella held in midair by her nimble fingers, covering the high, curly, dirty-blonde bun perched upon her head. The wind picked up again and her flower-printed skirt and that turquoise t-shirt that I loved so much fluttered softly while she stood stuck in place like a tree. She wasn't what you would call different, but peculiar. Maybe it was her rainbow knee-high socks that grasped people's attention or somehow she would always be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Or maybe the fact that she always had this 'in the clouds' expression on her pretty pale face. Call her what you will but I call her amazing. The way she always had a story to tell every time I talked to her, or how she always has this wild and vivid imagination which fit well with her wonderful personality. Many people didn't really accept who she was because she didn't fit the 'normal' of today's society but she never really cared about the normal. She was happy being 'that one weird girl'; it made her who she was. It's funny how everyone assumes they're normal but she always says: "No one is ever normal." And it's true, no one is normal. She just accepts it more than others. Maybe that's why she would always be: My peculiar girl.
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Book One of the Unorthodox Duology Random Person P.O.V It's raining. It heavily falls but the showers doesn't chase anyone inside. Instead, people look up in awe. Yes, it's raining, but it is not water that sprinkles the sidewalk. Or slides down the glass windows of cars and buildings. It is something else. Umbrellas. Small, colourful umbrellas of different patterns, float aimlessly in the air. With a sight like this, many people stop whatever they were doing to look up, ignoring the fact that the toothpick handle of an umbrella might cost them an eye. "Bailey?" I look down at my sister, Megan, who holds one of the cocktail umbrellas in her hands. She gestures for me to look inside. What I see leaves me dumbstruck. Yet curious. Today's forecast is cloudy with a 10 minute shower of UMBRELLAS!! Ever seen anything like this? - Ad Infinitum U.N.O ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Four teens. One rebellion. And a hope to change the world to one where everyone can be themselves by the method of unusual antics. One policewoman. One promotion. And a hope of final justice by law. Against each other , who really is right? ...And let's not forget the Gypsies.

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