The Girl Who Avoided Her Story
My mother tells me that when I was born, I was born with every characteristic of a main character. blonde hair, Blue eyes, winning smile, and a laugh like a summer breeze. In fact, it almost caused her to leave because she couldn't have bared her daughter growing up and becoming some heroic character in a story that eventually dies early of a heroic act of some sort. This is why I avoid everything that could and will make me a main character.
When people are asked to describe me, it usually goes along the lines of something like this:
That weird kid who sits in the exact middle of the class, she even asks someone to move when the only seat left is by the window.
She is so quiet; I swear she's a ninja.
Who? Oh, you mean that girl who's so anti-social that no one knows her name? Yeah, she's a weirdo. She once punched this really good-looking exchange student in the face when he asked her name!
I have no idea who you're asking about.
So yeah, I work really hard on making sure that no one knows who I am, what I'm good at, and where I'm from. I try and keep away from anyone who might take me on an adventure, or lead me to some treasure hidden in the middle of a forest. So that really means that I have to stay away from everyone in my school. Every single one of them is adventurous, good looking, or really smart. Even the nerds and geeks are a danger to me becoming a main character. So of course, I have no friends. But that's okay. I get enough drama avoiding anything that might start an epic story or something.
One time, I was walking home from school through the forest I have to go through, when there was this really handsome-looking-prince-type guy, he was lying on the ground wounded. He asked for my help, but I refused. Don't judge me though. I'm not the only one who uses that road. I'm sure someone else became the main character of his story.
My mom and Dad are pretty normal, which is a relief; because I know they won't bring anything home dangerous or main charactery. They just hang out around the house when they're not working, reading books or newspapers. So yeah, they're great.
I'm pretty level minded; I try and keep calm about everything. Once, the chemistry lab caught fire and I just walked out of the school with the rest of my class mates. I could have totally put out the fire, but someone else eventually did it.
Most of the time I just shuffle around with a bored expression. Most people assume I'm not totally there, that maybe my head is in the clouds. But they're wrong. I'm analyzing every movement and word, trying my hardest to avoid anything that screams a story.
I wear the plainest clothing I can find at a thrift shop. Baggy jackets, tank tops, baggy jeans, and worn out high-tops pretty much sums up all of my outfits.
A few nights ago, I was about to go to bed when the back half of our house exploded from a gas leak. I'm fine, nothing was really damaged. And when anyone asks me about it, I look at them with a blank expression. I always have a book to burry my nose in if anything exciting or out of the ordinary happens.
Well, that pretty much explains my life. That is, until 'fate' or the universe or something decided that I would go on an adventure against my will. At least, something like an adventure. It started when I bumped into a guy with orange hair.