Somtimes Cammie wanted to run away. It just all got to be too much for her to bear sometimes. Her life confused her so much that she really didn't know what to do- what to think, how to act, what to say, what to eat.. Who to be. She lied awake that night, pondering that question, the question. Who am I, really? She knew who she was expected to be, because she was told everyday all about Cliche Cammie. Cliche was perfect, in every way- she was someone Cammie could never come close to being. Cliche did everything right; she got good grades, she was the perfect height, the perfect weight, the perfect person. Cliche was an athlete, a singer, a dancer, an actress, a musician, an artist- And most of all? Cliche was everything Cammie wasn't.
Every night Cammie looked at the ceiling, pondering her life question. Should I be Cliche, or should I not? This night Cammie let out a small bitter laugh. Who am I, really? Maybe being Cliche was the answer that would solve all of her problems. Cammie could become the next Amber Toting- Queen Bee of Parker High, the next Selena freaking Gomez- Cliche Cammie could've been anything. But Cammie couldn't be Cliche. Cammie was average in every way- not outstanding, not horrific- just average. Average dishwater blond hair, average hazel eyes, average 5'8 height, average A's and B's- just average. Cammie liked that, and when she was alone she cherished it. When she was alone she wouldn't have anyone buzzing in her ear- Why don't you play setter for the volleyball team? Why don't you stunt flier for the school cheer team? Why don't you play the flute? Why don't you paint this fruit bowl I got you? Why don't you join the cast of Glee? Why don't you- Cammie wanted to yell, to scream, but she couldn't.
Everyday she went to school, and came back physically and mentally exhausted. From trying to be as smart as Liz Sutton, from trying to run as fast as Bex Baxter, from trying to be as pretty as Macey McHenry, from trying to get Zach Goode to notice her in that special way. She was exhausted from trying to be as likable as Lexi Cannon. The worst part- they were her friends. They were nice, yeah sure. They loved Cammie for who she was, even when Cammie herself didn't. But unintentionally- they stole Cammie's spotlight and hid her in the shadows. They were onstage, shaking hands and kissing babies. Cammie was backstage, trying out for every role to be found- superpopular, mega-strong, cheetah fast, Sutton smart, Cannon likable, Baxter funny, Cliche Cammie. But none of that seemed to fit her.
Cammie was settling in for sleep. Nestling deeper into her bed, turning over to her side, closing her eyes that were so heavy she probably wouldn't be able to open them up again. Cammie's body was sleeping, sure- but her brain wasn't, not yet. It slowly ran through Cammie's thoughts- Why do people expect me to be Cliche? Can they see something in me that I can't? If I became Cliche I would have the perfect life. I'd be on the stage with everyone else, shaking hands, kissing babies, with every eye on me. But is that really what I want? Do I really want to be cliche?
Cammie's brain was slowing down- completely lost in sleep for the first time in a long time. She flipped onto her stomach and shifted her head. The last thought she had before she fell into sleeping paradise was short, and it was small. It was feeble, but it was there. When Cammie woke up, she wouldn't remember it, but in the back of her brain, it was there- I don't want to be Cliche.
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Hey guys! This is -technically- my first story! I had two unfinished ones but they accidentally got deleted. Anyway- tell me what you think in a review! Is it worth continuing? Should I trash it? Review and I'll love you forever- Sorry Pigeon. INSIDER ALERT..
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