Typically a story starts off with an introduction. The author wants you to understand who the main character or characters are and to give you an idea of how things unfold. But where is the fun in doing that?
Okay, I'll at least introduce the main character. She is pretty cool. Especially since this story is from her point of view.
My name is something to be given later. Well, at least the name that I receive. We'll get to that later. My real name, though, isn't something I'll share. It isn't who I am anymore. Not after everything I've been through.
We can start with other details, though. I'm 16 years old, for starters. I'm 5'7", which is tall compared to a lot of girls at my school. The biggest part of me is that I'm different than everyone else.
Now, in my world, I'm not different than others by supernatural means. Well, maybe I am but I just don't know it. That would be cool.
All joking aside, I was just born different. I've always been mature for my age, though, I still did enjoy my childhood... more or less... Not to mention I think and act differently than others. I've always tried to break the social norms.
Being different definitely has its pros and cons. Pro: I stand out in a crowd and I don't have to pretend to be who I'm not. Con: No one understands me, and it gets lonely.
I do have friends. Quite a few, actually, from many different social groups. Each of my friend groups represent a different part of me. But there isn't one group that completely defines me.
There isn't one group who understands me. The true me.
It's frustrating, sometimes, completely understanding them but not having them understand me. I see the world in such a strange way, but I would love having one person who understands.
Someone who understands mental illness. Someone who understands strange things like I do. Someone who understands who I am truly.
Sadly, that's too much to ask of this world. So, I just keep pressing on, even if I am in pain.
The first day of my junior year felt like it would be a big one. I finally began to feel like I was an upperclassman, which I had been mistaken for since the first week of freshman year.
The fact that I had more control over my life this year didn't help to ease my anxiety. From the moment I had woken up I had felt nervous of how things would end up.
I made it out of my house successfully, and I even made it all the way to the school successfully. I did feel slightly anxious, but I did my best to ignore it.
Once I made my way off the bus, I began to walk with a friend of mine. We caught up a little, and then began to head separate ways once we were inside.
I looked around, trying to get used to the new people in the school. Even if people weren't new, I couldn't tell. There were people I didn't recognize. Some were probably even in the same grade as me.
Yet everyone was amongst their friends. It seemed like I was the one only one in the entire place. It always felt like that.
I turned the corner and began walking down the hall where my homeroom was. I sighed since it was all the way at the other end of the hall.
I passed by some people that I had been friends with in the past. I felt a slight twinge in my heart considering our friendships hadn't ended well. It hurt to think it had to end since I had once been close to those people. But people change, and so do friendships.
And so do our lives.
I walked on a little more and I felt a slight pain in my head. I stopped walking and held my head since it came out of nowhere. Not to mention the fact that is felt like it was growing.
People gave me weird looks as they passed by, but that was typical for me. I wasn't concerned with them, anyways. I was too preoccupied with my quickly growing headache.
"Are you okay?" I dropped to my knees and clutched my head in my hands. My eyes closed in an attempt to ease the pain, but it only just kept growing.
Someone approached me, at least I think... I can't be too sure. I was beginning to lose my hearing as a sharp ringing sound became the predominant thing on my mind. The pain was unbearable by then, and I screamed. I collapsed onto my side, and my eyes opened a little. I could just barely make out people running towards me.
"Help me..." My eyes closed closed again, and I blacked out.
