Everybody Else
Have you ever thought of becoming something that was impossible at your time? Maybe a mythological creature or even an animal. My story was different. It wasn’t becoming something impossible, it was becoming like everybody else.
My name is Aimee. I had always been the one that was weird and out there. My parents encouraged me to be normal, or at least what they thought was normal. I had always said no for how I loved to be me. I loved the way my hair came popping out of my head in a tangled fashion. I loved the weird clothes I would wear to school. Even though how much I loved everything I did or wore, I never did have any friends. Always for my birthday only my relatives came and they didn’t even really like me so much. I never would of thought that one day I would become normal. But that one day it happened.
On my first day of middle school I walked into my homeroom and sat down at the very front of the room. I could hear laughter behind my back, but I was used to it so I just pretended that it didn’t exist. As I saw everyone in my homeroom, I noticed that all the girls wore outfits that some what had a similarity and all the boys were the same too. The rest of the day I noticed the same things around the school. When I got home my mom was waiting for me with a serious look on her face. She took me by the hand and brought me straight out the door and drove me to the mall. I had already done my school shopping, so I didn’t know what was going on. My mom said, ” I am tired of you being alone and people laughing at you. I am too tired of seeing people laugh at you and me. I am making you like everybody else. I first had too let that thought sink in. I didn’t mind, but I couldn’t see what was wrong with me. I had my mom drag me to different stores, but my mind wasn’t on the clothing and the hair styles. It was that my way of everything seemed to be somewhat wrong.By the time we were out I had bought a whole new wardrobe.
The next day I had wore my new clothes. No one seemed to stare at me any more or look at me as if I was an alien. I had enjoyed this, but I was missing how more important I was back then and how now everything is so boring. But as time went on I made more and more friends each day. but I was tired of being normal, so one day I dug through my closte to find my old clothes. I wore them to school the next day and all of my friends loved it. I figured no one wanted to be friends with me because they didn’t want to be laughed at. But I had become the trend setter with my odd fashions. from that day I was not like everybody else. I was me.
Have you ever thought of becoming something that was impossible at your time? Maybe a mythological creature or even an animal. My story was different. It wasn’t becoming something impossible, it was becoming like everybody else.
My name is Aimee. I had always been the one that was weird and out there. My parents encouraged me to be normal, or at least what they thought was normal. I had always said no for how I loved to be me. I loved the way my hair came popping out of my head in a tangled fashion. I loved the weird clothes I would wear to school. Even though how much I loved everything I did or wore, I never did have any friends. Always for my birthday only my relatives came and they didn’t even really like me so much. I never would of thought that one day I would become normal. But that one day it happened.
On my first day of middle school I walked into my homeroom and sat down at the very front of the room. I could hear laughter behind my back, but I was used to it so I just pretended that it didn’t exist. As I saw everyone in my homeroom, I noticed that all the girls wore outfits that some what had a similarity and all the boys were the same too. The rest of the day I noticed the same things around the school. When I got home my mom was waiting for me with a serious look on her face. She took me by the hand and brought me straight out the door and drove me to the mall. I had already done my school shopping, so I didn’t know what was going on. My mom said, ” I am tired of you being alone and people laughing at you. I am too tired of seeing people laugh at you and me. I am making you like everybody else. I first had too let that thought sink in. I didn’t mind, but I couldn’t see what was wrong with me. I had my mom drag me to different stores, but my mind wasn’t on the clothing and the hair styles. It was that my way of everything seemed to be somewhat wrong.By the time we were out I had bought a whole new wardrobe.
The next day I had wore my new clothes. No one seemed to stare at me any more or look at me as if I was an alien. I had enjoyed this, but I was missing how more important I was back then and how now everything is so boring. But as time went on I made more and more friends each day. but I was tired of being normal, so one day I dug through my closte to find my old clothes. I wore them to school the next day and all of my friends loved it. I figured no one wanted to be friends with me because they didn’t want to be laughed at. But I had become the trend setter with my odd fashions. from that day I was not like everybody else. I was me.
December 24, 2009 at 8:19 am
Wow! That was really good! I wish that I could be like that person!!!