hay my readers heres a knew story i thought up, dont worry i will finish black rose, but tell me if this seems at all interesting K?
Anything But Stereotype
Preface:
God I hate labels I want nothing to do with the stupid things that people have come up with to just make people feel bad or good about them self.
If you think about it it's almost like once you're in a cretin category you have to do cretin things to fit the stereo type. Like 'Preppies' are popular and rich. They have all the latest stuff and are dating the hottest guy there. Or that 'punks' are mean people with a fiery temper and seemed to have that past of beating some one up.
But I tell you that can't be all there is to it can it? People chose their place in status. We do what we want but even with some things can come out of no where.
I believe that and I can stay this because is happened to me. Don't believe me? Then take some time and dive into my story; see it though my eyes and for your self.
Chapter one:
"Gray; that's my color. I'm not black, I'm not white I'm just gray. I'm not happy I'm not sad. I'm not evil I'm not good. I'm in the middle; I jumped around the line of black any white taking peaces of them to create my self, my personality, my style. I created my gray, gray is me." I said picking at the paper I had written the small poem on.
Trust me, this is true but I didn't write this for fun. No it was a peace I had done many years ago when I was around fourteen years old. The paper was old now after three years of sitting in a binder I had labeled 'my inspiration'.
I had completely forgotten about this binder, but really I had found a bunch of stuff I had forgotten about. It's a real 'trip down memory lane' when your cleaning out your room.
And before you jump to conclusions, no I'm not moving.
You see after years of bagging and pleading my parents finally let me redo my room. Of course it's a lot of work, cleaning out your room, masking re-painting and stuff. But thankfully that stuff was over and done with.
All of that stuff had been done with last week and now I was just putting everything back in. I was mostly done though so I was going though a box of stuff I wanted to look through before throwing it out or keeping it.
As I looked though the binder I found things that were odd, some poems from my stage of depression, some sketches of random things.
There wasn't much I wanted to keep in this thing. So I took out the poem thinking I could use that at some other time. With that out of the binder I throw the rest into the recycling.
What a tiring day it had been. Even more so, my senior year of high school started tomorrow and I had foolishly signed up to be a home for a Japanese exchange student.
Ok so it wasn't a choice… my parents kind of made me do it. They think if I have some one my age in the house that I will do something ells besides hide in my room. Its not my fault everything I use in my room.
But do they lesson? Of cores not…
With a sigh I flopped back on to my bed and groaned a pillow on my face. How could summer be over! It was not fair!
Oh well I didn't have a choice in this matter, one more year….
That's all I could think about really. I was senior in high school and I couldn't wait until I was freed from the halls of my boring school really, my school is so sad. Even though we try to put 'school spirit' in to the student body it doesn't really work. Take it from some one who's one of the students: we really don't care, well most of us.
Any way…
Our school does have some fun stuff about it. We have lots of random 'no school' days and then we have some of the best dances. Not that I go to them much…
But really, it's a nice place, the teachers are bearable, the home work is fare and the lunch is decent. There's only one thing you have to worry about in the school.
Clicks…
Groups…
Labels…
What ever you call it, trust me be your self or ells you'll be placed under something you aren't and then well… you just don't want to know that part.
Glancing at the clock I realized how late it was getting, but I wasn't tiered! Huffing I turned off my light and the turned on the table light. I snuggled into my bed and picked up "Blood and Chocolate" by Annette Curtis Klause.
…
Alarm clocks…possible the most hated thing on earth to teenagers. The irritating beep, ring or buzz that wakes you from you restful and peaceful sleep, the thing that makes you climb out of bed and start your day before the sun is even in the sky.
I stumbled out of bed, with a low groan my eyes heavy and bagging to close again. Sighing I shook my head and grabbed the set of clothes from the closet and set out to the bathroom.
The cold water jolted me from my day dream like state and made the words in the brain start up. One thought came to mind at that moment.
First day of school…
I groaned louder this time before scrubbing my self down and drying off.