Two kids sit at a table at their favorite restaurant, the Nasty Burger, devouring their food while talking about video games and girls, the usual.
I sit a bit to the side, chewing my salad and nodding occasionally.
It's not that I'm not friends with Tucker and Danny.
I am.
But sometimes I wish we were more alike.
A mass of students converge in the hallways, talking before rushing off to their lockers to get their books.
I walk alone, noticing the group of girls giggle loudly as they pass by and the stares at my black ensemble and purple lipstick.
It's not that I'm not a good person.
I am.
But sometimes I wish people wouldn't judge me for my looks.
People are screaming, running from the open streets of Amity as yet another
ghost attacks.
I duck underneath a fallen branch, slowly raising my wrist ray and aiming, careful not to hit The Ghost Boy.
It's not that I'm not good at ghost hunting.
I am.
But sometimes I wish someone would recognize me for it.
A woman with silky orange hair is lecturing her daughter on how she should try harder to be "perfect".
I nod my head, not having the strentgth to argue back.
It's not that I'm not loving to my mother.
I am.
But sometimes I wish she'd listen to me for once.
A girl is sitting at her dresser, trying to put on eyeliner for another sudden outing with her mother banging on her door as her phone buzzes, no doubt from her friends' constant texting.
I finally hurl my phone to the ground in frustration.
It's not that I'm not Samantha Manson.
I am.
But sometimes I wish I wasn't.
Wow, I actually kinda like this haha. I read a poem similar to it in the Clique section, so why not try it here? I might even do some for Tucker and Danny ahah. What do you think about my poetry? c: