Normalcy. Lizzie, in her Abercrombie jeans and Gap sweater, lived for
normalcy. She strived for it, and put all her energy into becoming some
anonymity.
Just another freshman at Hillridge High School, she went through the motions, getting A's and B's. She had style, but her greatest attribute was her two best friends, Gordo and Miranda. Knowing Gordo since she was born, the two neighbors always were there for each other on any subject. They seemed to click. Each other's weaknesses were the other one's strengths. Miranda was the spunk and energy she needed. She made each day seem important and she was the ballsy girl who always gave Lizzie the nudge she needed.
Lizzie was liked by most people, which she found pleasing. With her family and her friends she believed she lived the American Dream. She was happy not being hated, happy not being picked on, happy not being everyone else's expectation. After working so hard on everything being to her liking, Lizzie never realized she was playing it safe. And sometimes playing it safe doesn't mean loving life. Oh sure, Lizzie liked her life, there was not much that she hated, but striving for normalcy can stop someone from reaching out, taking a risk, and getting something so worthwhile.
Lizzie was an average girl, but she had something special in her. Something that stood out to particular people who knew she was going to be something bigger than she would ever expect. To one person, she already was everything. Little did she know that average Lizzie underrates herself.
Just another freshman at Hillridge High School, she went through the motions, getting A's and B's. She had style, but her greatest attribute was her two best friends, Gordo and Miranda. Knowing Gordo since she was born, the two neighbors always were there for each other on any subject. They seemed to click. Each other's weaknesses were the other one's strengths. Miranda was the spunk and energy she needed. She made each day seem important and she was the ballsy girl who always gave Lizzie the nudge she needed.
Lizzie was liked by most people, which she found pleasing. With her family and her friends she believed she lived the American Dream. She was happy not being hated, happy not being picked on, happy not being everyone else's expectation. After working so hard on everything being to her liking, Lizzie never realized she was playing it safe. And sometimes playing it safe doesn't mean loving life. Oh sure, Lizzie liked her life, there was not much that she hated, but striving for normalcy can stop someone from reaching out, taking a risk, and getting something so worthwhile.
Lizzie was an average girl, but she had something special in her. Something that stood out to particular people who knew she was going to be something bigger than she would ever expect. To one person, she already was everything. Little did she know that average Lizzie underrates herself.