Outsider:
This fic is for a friend of mine. She's been through a lot.
This is an AU gundam Wing fic. Please don't flame. I do not own any gundam characters.
Any ideas for a different title would be very much appreciated. You are the main character in this fic, and sos, but u r a girl, cause it's easier for me to write that way. Any suggestions for which couples you want, please post in the review:
You, Duo, Heero, Solo, Wufei, Zechs, Treize, Trowa, Quatre, Hilde, Relena, Dorothy, Cathy, Noin. You choose the pairings.
Prologue:
Life. In life, in every situation, School, clubs, friends, jobs, even in their own families; there is always an outsider. That outsider is not always an outsider by choice. They don't know why, but they are different. Others pick on them for no apparent reason, no one asks to be their partner in class assignments or projects, they eat lunch by themselves; even the teachers ignore or pick on them in most cases.
Life is a living hell, not worth living. Did you know that someone under the age of thirty tries to commit suicide every three minutes in America alone? Sometimes, self-abuse, or even suicide seems like the only option.
That is what life is like for me. I am the outsider, the one always left behind, picked on, even by my so-called friends. Friends who do nothing when They pick one you, who tell you that you are just making a fuss over nothing when you feel like crying yourself to sleep, when you feel like the whole world is against you.
My name is________ (insert name you wish). I am fourteen years old.
Yes, I do dye my hair. Yes, I do have a different style of cloths, and no, I do not have a boyfriend.
I dye the underneath of my hair black; leave the rest my natural deep chestnut brown colour, with two deep violet and silver streaks. I have deep, green-blue-silver eyes.
I am quite tall, about five foot eight, five foot nine.
I am not fat, but not exactly a stick insect.
I only wear black. I am a Goth.
Kids my age do not understand. They ask if I worship the devil, ask ridicules questions, not waiting to hear the answers, just looking for yet another way to take the piss, to make me want to end all of this. End this living hell they call a life.
If this is life, I welcome death.
That's what got me into this mess, thinking like this. Because of me, my dad left us, or so my gran used to tell me. It was because of me that mum had a nervous breakdown.
Everything is always my fault.
It's because of me we had to move from America, back to mum's home country, England.
Being an outsider is bad enough, but being an outsider in a country you have never visited before, that you have no connections to or with whatsoever is even worse.
If I hadn't started...if I had succeeded...if they hadn't..what is the point of going over all of the if's and the buts? There is none.
I am still the outsider. The only difference is that now I am an outsider in an alien country, one who has to visit a psychiatrist.
I live alone in a two bed roomed house now. It is not as nice as our previous house, but I suppose it is all right. It has a front and back garden. My psychologist thinks that gardening will help me. But what does she know? I have never spoken more than two words to her.
The new house has two bedrooms, a bathroom, a study, kitchen, living room, and a dining room; nothing special.
New school.
A new school, a new chance to be the outsider, to be left out and picked on, the only difference being the environment.
I wonder how long it will take for them to decide that I do not fit in. how long will it be, from the time that I walk in the gate, before they start trying to categorise me? Trying to fit me into their perfect little order;
Trendies
Grungers
Bofs
Preppys
Athletics
Punks
Artsy
It will be just like the other schools.
But I don't care. I may not be the outsider by choice, but when it comes down to it; the choice between being myself and being who they want me to be, I know which one I would choose each time.
So what if I'm a Goth? So what if I like anime? So what if I like different music? So what if I don't fit into their perfect little world?
I have made my choice, and I shall stick to it.
New school, here I come.
Bit of a weird prologue, but the first chapter should involve the gundam boys, well, some of them. Ages will have to be changed a bit in order to fit everybody in, but.that doesn't really matter! It is in first person at the moment, you r the main character.
Please review, but don't flame. Thank you
Gundam06serenity
This fic is for a friend of mine. She's been through a lot.
This is an AU gundam Wing fic. Please don't flame. I do not own any gundam characters.
Any ideas for a different title would be very much appreciated. You are the main character in this fic, and sos, but u r a girl, cause it's easier for me to write that way. Any suggestions for which couples you want, please post in the review:
You, Duo, Heero, Solo, Wufei, Zechs, Treize, Trowa, Quatre, Hilde, Relena, Dorothy, Cathy, Noin. You choose the pairings.
Prologue:
Life. In life, in every situation, School, clubs, friends, jobs, even in their own families; there is always an outsider. That outsider is not always an outsider by choice. They don't know why, but they are different. Others pick on them for no apparent reason, no one asks to be their partner in class assignments or projects, they eat lunch by themselves; even the teachers ignore or pick on them in most cases.
Life is a living hell, not worth living. Did you know that someone under the age of thirty tries to commit suicide every three minutes in America alone? Sometimes, self-abuse, or even suicide seems like the only option.
That is what life is like for me. I am the outsider, the one always left behind, picked on, even by my so-called friends. Friends who do nothing when They pick one you, who tell you that you are just making a fuss over nothing when you feel like crying yourself to sleep, when you feel like the whole world is against you.
My name is________ (insert name you wish). I am fourteen years old.
Yes, I do dye my hair. Yes, I do have a different style of cloths, and no, I do not have a boyfriend.
I dye the underneath of my hair black; leave the rest my natural deep chestnut brown colour, with two deep violet and silver streaks. I have deep, green-blue-silver eyes.
I am quite tall, about five foot eight, five foot nine.
I am not fat, but not exactly a stick insect.
I only wear black. I am a Goth.
Kids my age do not understand. They ask if I worship the devil, ask ridicules questions, not waiting to hear the answers, just looking for yet another way to take the piss, to make me want to end all of this. End this living hell they call a life.
If this is life, I welcome death.
That's what got me into this mess, thinking like this. Because of me, my dad left us, or so my gran used to tell me. It was because of me that mum had a nervous breakdown.
Everything is always my fault.
It's because of me we had to move from America, back to mum's home country, England.
Being an outsider is bad enough, but being an outsider in a country you have never visited before, that you have no connections to or with whatsoever is even worse.
If I hadn't started...if I had succeeded...if they hadn't..what is the point of going over all of the if's and the buts? There is none.
I am still the outsider. The only difference is that now I am an outsider in an alien country, one who has to visit a psychiatrist.
I live alone in a two bed roomed house now. It is not as nice as our previous house, but I suppose it is all right. It has a front and back garden. My psychologist thinks that gardening will help me. But what does she know? I have never spoken more than two words to her.
The new house has two bedrooms, a bathroom, a study, kitchen, living room, and a dining room; nothing special.
New school.
A new school, a new chance to be the outsider, to be left out and picked on, the only difference being the environment.
I wonder how long it will take for them to decide that I do not fit in. how long will it be, from the time that I walk in the gate, before they start trying to categorise me? Trying to fit me into their perfect little order;
Trendies
Grungers
Bofs
Preppys
Athletics
Punks
Artsy
It will be just like the other schools.
But I don't care. I may not be the outsider by choice, but when it comes down to it; the choice between being myself and being who they want me to be, I know which one I would choose each time.
So what if I'm a Goth? So what if I like anime? So what if I like different music? So what if I don't fit into their perfect little world?
I have made my choice, and I shall stick to it.
New school, here I come.
Bit of a weird prologue, but the first chapter should involve the gundam boys, well, some of them. Ages will have to be changed a bit in order to fit everybody in, but.that doesn't really matter! It is in first person at the moment, you r the main character.
Please review, but don't flame. Thank you
Gundam06serenity