I'd never really fit in anywhere. I was born and raised in America, but my parents weren't exactly your typical American parents.

In fact, they weren't American at all.

Because of that I'd never fit in with my family, though they did try, and I'd never fit in at school either because of my unusual situation.

This was my chance to fit in and be normal.

So, why wasn't I taking it?

I reflect on my first day of school as I walk to my first class the next day. I'd pretty much taken every chance I could to stand out. I'd painted a bright red target on my head for the Blond Bimboes, I'd gotten the normally reclusive clique to actually talk to me, and I'd shown that I wasn't entirely normal.

It is still early enough that I can smooth things over and blend in to the background, but I don't think I can make myself do that. This school is the epitome of an American high school stereotype, and I hate it.

Things need to change, and I'll be damned if I don't try to shake things up a bit.


AN; Thanks for the lovely reviews :)