Is it weird to compare your life to an inanimate amusement park ride? Maybe. But it's valid, right?
Imagine it. One minute you're up in the sky. The breeze is blowing through your hair, you're free from society and all its rules and regulations. You feel alive, like you're on top of the world. And, to an extent, you are.
But then a minute later and you're back on the ground, right at rock-bottom. It sucks. It really does. You're stuck, there's nowhere to go. You can't be yourself. You're no longer free.
That's how I feel every single day of my life. It's only on the occasion that I'm in the sky. Nine times out of ten, you'll find me on the ground. I wish I wasn't. I wish I could be up there, out in the open, telling the world that this is me and if you don't like it, you can go f*ck yourself.
But when you go against what everyone expects you to be, most people won't like you for it. When you're that closeted teenage girl who doesn't want to be asked 'oh, how's [insert typical guy name]' on a f*cking daily basis, wouldn't you rather be up, up and away, on top of that ferris wheel forever and ever?
- Red
A/N: I'm really excited for this story. I absolutely adored Love, Simon and thought it would work beautifully in the Pitch Perfect world. I hope you guys like it as much as I do. Chapter one will be coming very soon.