One of the interesting things about my school are the people. High school turns out differently than people assume it will. We all think that it'll end up like the movies. The guy gets the girl, the outcast defeats the bully. Same generic plotline with the same generic actors. Honestly, those movies are almost interchangeable.
I will admit though, I love those sappy movies.
High school isn't actually like that. It's just stressing over your grades and memorizing your lines and trying not to fail a class because god knows your mother would kill you. Hopefully, my grades will turn out okay enough for me to be accepted to some college.
Alphys, my best friend, now, there's a genius. Everything just comes so naturally to her. She has an affinity for science. I sometimes don't understand why we're friends. She's so impressive and is so intelligent. The only classes I'm good in are English and French, and no one cares about those.
You can't do anything with an English major.
Sometimes I think I should just suck it up and accept that I'm a failure. My dreams are too big to be achievable, especially in this body. I'd like to leave here someday. Go to New York or Los Angeles or another big city. Make it on TV. Mettaton Blook. A household name. Everywhere I would go, people would notice me, worship the ground I walked on, obey my every command. I'd be famous.
I'm trapped. Literally and metaphorically. I'm trapped in my skin, my mind, my lungs, my heart. But I'm also trapped in this house. This room, these walls, this family. I go through the same routine every day. I wake up, get dressed, go to school, go to rehearsal, and go back home. I'm never let out. I continuously go through the same routine, hoping for some sort of change. It must be nice, to be free and able to live your life.
I am dreaming.
My brother's an underachiever. He never accomplished much in school, and our parents were fine with him bringing home C's and B's. After skipping a grade, being ahead, and taking all Honors and AP classes, my parents were disgusted with my first B. Don't get me wrong, my brother is amazingly smart. He's going to become a famous scientist and find the cure for cancer or something. He's so cool. I wish I was that good at something like him.
People at school tend to treat me like I don't understand anything. They treat me like I'm dumb. Sans likes to describe me as ridiculously naïve. He tells me that I'm too kind. That I help people who don't deserve to be helped. I don't understand that. Doesn't everyone deserve a second chance? A bit of kindness?
My policy has always been to help first and ask questions later. Maybe it makes me a bit vulnerable at times, but so what? If I help someone out in a time of need, it's worth it. It's a good deed. If anything, it gives me a bit of self-worth.
I've been told that because I'm so oblivious, I tend to ignore how others feel. It's not that I don't care. I care! I care more than I should. But I normally just don't notice. How are you supposed to understand someone's problems if you don't notice they exist?
People at school treat me like I don't know how to tie my shoes on my own. My friend, Undyne, does it too sometimes. She refuses to let me train with her for eventually becoming a police officer. I know she thinks I don't have the guts. But, my dreams aren't that far away. I can achieve them! With persistence! But what place is there in the world for an oblivious police officer?
I'm not dumb. I wish people stopped treating me like I was. I continue and continue to achieve. Highest test scores at my high school? Check. Skipped a grade? Yes, I did that. But people assume that because I'm slightly oblivious or naïve, I must be a complete idiot. Yes, poor, innocent Papyrus. He always needs someone to baby him, to hold his hand. It must be nice, to be treated like you're worth something.
I am dreaming.
I hope you enjoyed that! Please review. I'll probably update during the weekend at some point every week, but I'm a busy person, so don't hold me to that. Anyway, have fun with your feelings!