It was just like any other day, I suppose.

I was in middle of my twenty first year, nearly two years into my college career. I was just as stressed as always, but I managed, as per usual.

I wasn't exactly what you'd call normal. I got good grades and had plenty of friends, sure, but I wasn't anywhere being called "normal".

First of all, I didn't have a car like many others at my University (and, I assume, everywhere else). I lived on campus, and everything I might need off campus was only a mile or two away, an easy enough distance to walk, so why would I need a car? They cost way too much, and I'm not really the type of person to spend money unnecessarily on something I don't even want. (Plus, there was the fact that I barely knew how to drive; I only passed the test because I had been driving that road for most of my life.)

Secondly, even though I walked everywhere I went, I was always just slightly overweight. I was not fat; I was just a little pudgy around the edges, just enough to be teased for. I was also short for my age, barely five foot one, which did not help my situation. I found the teasing extremely offending, because many of the "populars" were quite big themselves, so I didn't think they had the right to tease someone with less weight problems than they had. However, I tried not to let them get to me.

Of course, that brings me to reason number three that I'd never be normal: I hardly ever spoke. Sure, I was a total chatterbox when I was at home with my family or with my closest friends (of which there were extremely few), but if a stranger (or anyone less than a good friend) talked to me, then they would get minimal reply. I learned long ago that if you did not speak to someone, they could not turn your words around on you. My family would never do anything of the sort, and my few close friends had known me so long they were practically family, as well.

I never went partying, though my friends sometimes decided to, often coming back later only slightly drunk (thank goodness), eventually convincing me to join them in a drinking game at their dorm. It usually ended badly, with me extremely drunk and babbling on about some stupid topic or other (you know, like cats in Japan or how everyone should learn German because it is very important).

For some weird reason, I never had a hangover. I never got sick in the morning, or any type of fatigue, for that matter, because of drinking. My friends were a little depressed, and always tried to get me to drink more and more each weekend, trying (and failing) to make me sick. I was always fine in the morning, ready to get on with the day ahead. It wasn't just drinking, either; I've never even had a single cold (though I did get migraines a lot), and I loved flu season.

I mean, it is winter, and snow is just the greatest, right?

But yeah, no hangover or anything. I don't know why. Maybe just another reason I wasn't normal.

Anyway, this monologue is just dragging, isn't it? Well, enough about my problems. I'll get on with the story.

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