I do not own the character Frank Iero...he is a real person.
I only own the story, plot, and other essential characters...
"Why Can't You Be Like All The Other Teenagers? Why Can't You Be Like Every One Else?" My mother yelled at me and I simply stared back at her.
"Would you want me to be the same as everyone else? The same idiotic hormonal teenager that gets herself pregnant, and has an abortion and then wallows away in self pity for the rest of her life?" I raised my eyebrows at her and her shoulders slumped.
At times, I was much smarter and wiser then my mother.
"When you put it that way Jess, No. I wouldn't want you to be like that. I want you to be the same as the girls who dress pretty and worry about how they look, and have friends and don't sit in their rooms all weekend...Alone."
She turned away from me and continued making dinner.
I sighed and shook my head. "Why should I care what other people think of me Mom? What should it matter how I look to them, it should matter who I am as a person, not the clothes I wear."
This conversation had sprouted again. My mom wanted me to be the same as all the other girls my age. The ones who dressed in short skirts, went to parties, had friends, and shunned people who didn't look like them. But I was not that kind of person. She wanted me to be like that, because my middle school ex best friend was like that now. She choose the path of popularity, and I choose the path of...the loser I guess, if that's what you want to call it. And I would never be like that, because she turned into a horrible, back-stabbing, lieing, whore. I would never be like that. Never.
When it first happened, the populars tried to turn me into one of them, because of my naturally good looks, and they were scared...that if they didn't make me one of them, that I would some how get it in my head to over through their leader. Ha, like I even want to be near them. They were scum and they hated the fact that I looked at them like that. Like they were dirt under my shoe. So, they didn't even acknowledge my presence when near me...
Except Katlin, my ex-best friend. She would glance towards me and give me this sad look, like she was trying to apoligize. But we were Juniors now, she had two years to be my friend again and she did nothing. I wouldn't said that I was a reject, cause I wasn't really. Yeah I ate lunch alone and didn't really talk to anyone unless someone talked to me first. Alot of guys asked me out, but only because of my looks, not because of who I was.
Hell even the most popular guy asked me out once, and I rejected him, and since then he's been after me. -insert of eye roll here- Yeah, it's pathetic.