E-X-T-R-A~O-R-D-I-N-A-R-Y

E-X-T-R-A~O-R-D-I-N-A-R-Y

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Hello. My name is Sophia Rose Wilde. I am eleven years old. I have a normal name. I have a normal family. One little brother, a mom, a dad, a dog, and a cat. We are middle class. Yet, people say I am E-X-T-R-A~O-R-D-I-N-A-R-Y. I am not magical and I have too many flaws to count. They say I am smart, kind, and studious, loves to learn and skipped fifth grade. They say that I am reading at a eleventh grade level and have a 12th grade level quantile score in math all in seventh grade. They say since I broke the standardized tests in 3rd and 4th grade and they counted my score as an anomaly that I am E-X-T-R-A~O-R-D-I-N-A-R-Y. I am not E-X-T-R-A~O-R-D-I-N-A-R-Y. I just don't understand. There are others in the world like me, right? I am sure there are. There are so many other people better than me, smarter than me, wiser than me. I understand that. They don't. Just stop calling me E-X-T-R-A~O-R-D-I-N-A-R-Y! I need it to stop. It makes me feel so isolated, lonely, and awkward. I don't fit in with my peers. I am excluded and called names. I am bullied because I am different. They call me E-X-T-R-A~O-R-D-I-N-A-R-Y.
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*(COMPLETED) "The worst thing about being lied to is knowing you weren't worth the truth." He bit his lip. "I wanted to te-" His eyes began to water and as a single tear fell he looked at me and said "but what if you've been lying for so long you don't know how to tell the truth?" "I have and so will you." He shook his head, shut his eyes, and leaned his forehead against the glass. "And here I was thinking you would admit that you don't tell the truth either." I gripped the telephone as my knuckles turned white. "What do you mean?" "Come on Zoey I've seen you sneaking around acting like you're busy. You're hiding something and you won't tell me." All Zoey Campbell ever wanted to do was keep her head down and get through high school. Too bad it isn't that easy. Zoey is tired of everything and everyone. She is tired of being pushed around and tired of watching in the shadows. She is tired of pretending to like that girl that doesn't even know her name. Tired of pretending that she is ok when she isn't. She is constantly hoping for a better way out thinking she should just disappear. All she wants to do is scream but no matter how loud she screams no one can hear her. Don't worry things just get worse. Everyone thinks she's a "sick" girl and just another suicide case waiting to happen. I mean what kind of girl sits by herself everyday right? Zoey is running out of time and she thinks no one has tried to help her until her "special" speech in class. No one really cares about what she really thinks anyway. It just that feeling of pity. Everyone thinks she really is sick but she knows she's not. But what if she is? Maybe all it takes is that one thing to make her snap. As her life gets thrown into chaos and deep dark secrets she can't help but try to figure out the truth. Will she find a way to let her new friends save her or will she just end up as another suicide case? *Disclaimer wrote this in 2017 when I was 14.

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