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By Anonymous
A ll my life, I’ve never really believed in a God, or a greater
being. I’ve been an atheist, observing anything and everything
from the eyes of science. I’ve spent my life looking at the little
things, loving myself, enjoying my childhood. Doing everything
everyone says I should be doing. I tried so hard to be the
diamond in the rough, the hidden little gem among everyone
else.
I saw the stereotypical bookworm, a shy, insecure, girl with
her arms wrapped around a book as if it were her lifeline; and I
immediately wanted to be one. So I did. I read a couple books,
and then a few more, laughed and cried over hundreds of pages
of romances and adventure novels, fantasies and mysteries. I
became addicted to these characters, their ways of life, and
adapted myself to be like my fictional idols. Sophie always
wears mismatched socks and shoes, wears sports tops with
rainbow leggings? I guess I know what I’m wearing tomorrow.
Jamie’s hair has a perfectly straight part right down the middle?
That is now my new hairstyle for the rest of my life.
But somewhere along the line, I found The Land of Stories
series by Chris Colfer. I immediately fell in love with one of the
main protagonists, Alex Bailey. She wore headbands, practically
lived in the library, and had a knack for learning everything as
quickly as she could. She took college courses in eighth grade,
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