Don't Act Like I'm Average Novels & Stories

I said anxiously. “You sound nervous, but you shouldn’t be. Trust me; I worked my magic and you’re now one of the hottest girls on campus.” I snorted and wondered what fantasy world she was living in. There was nothing extraordinary about my looks, and you wouldn’t see a guy do a double-take when he walked by, which was fine with me because there was nothing wrong with being average. “Okay. Turn on three. One…two…three!”

As I stood in front of her, I gathered all my strength and slapped her across the face. "He doesn't hit women, but I do!" Vivian's face immediately swelled, and she clutched her cheek while glaring at me. Marcus' face turned grim when she saw that Vivian was hurt. "Hey, I'm a director at Sullivan Group. Let me give you some advice. Don't defend a woman who's not worth it. I'm sorry, but that woman is just a liar. Back in high school, she ignored my presence just because I was poor.

“This isn’t who I am.” “You don’t know who you are,” he laughs, as though I’m the one who’s fucking crazy here. “Ever since you holed up with your ex… you’ve been going through the motions of some cardboard cut-out ideal of normality. You think being nice has to make you a fucking saint, man. And it doesn’t.” “Just as well, isn’t it? Because I wasn’t exactly on my best behaviour when I was balls deep inside a girl I’m supposed to be taking care of.”

“What’s so curious about me?” Normally, I didn’t stick out in a crowd. Overall, I was pretty average—at least in a class of over a thousand. I didn’t go out of my way, spending an hour to get ready with full hair and makeup in the morning, all in an attempt to look older. I liked sleep.

I asked nosily. "Normal. You're not like the other girls I've dated. They starve themselves to death. Keeps on telling me they're fat. Try to impress me with their petty talk and achievements. I hate those pretentious girls. But you, you're different. You don't give a damn of what other people might think about you or your actions. That is normal and I like it. I'm glad we had this date."

I replied. “I know it must have hurt so much right when he left you.” She said shaking her head. “Well I can’t do anything about it now but I just feel like someone will leave me like that everytime.” I said my fear out loud. “You mean your girlfriend or any future wife?” She asked shocked. “Yeah! I mean my Dad left me even though I was topper in all classes. I never did anything wrong or any bad thing. You can just call me nerd. Even then he left me. But now I may be behaving stupid and someone else will leave me.” I replied.

I glanced over at him before clearing my throat, “I kind of meant to say that quietly… I guess I get a little annoyed when I watch people… Sometimes I wonder if I can ever be like them…” “And be like what?” he asked. “Normal?” “Yeah," I answered. “Being able to go out with a group of people, doing things like everyone else and just not worried about… everything.”

A spoon with a rope as a handle has more purpose than I'll ever have. I'm currently living an average, uneventful life, but It isn't what I crave. I'd rather have an honest, hard-working life where I have to strive for everything or a carefree lifestyle where I never have to lift a finger! My astonishingly mundane life is stuck in mediocrity. My name is Miles, not Morales, Reyes instead. I'm your cliché below average, fake depressing 17-year-old. The first thing you should know about me is that I'm a genuine advocate of equality among humans; I equally hate all.

Do you ever start rumbling alone about yourself? I do, a lot. It usually goes something like this: I am not special, just an average person living a life like all others, with struggles and strikes, ups and downs. That is what you tell yourself every day. Be it to push your inflate ego down or to make you feel less like a freak. We always tend to push down the "I am special feeling" because we fear retaliation from our society. It is understandable, the Special title really drew a lot of attention, especially unwanted attention.

“Why?” “I don’t know. You’re kinda like a celebrity and usually people would say not to meet your idol, because like, ninety-nine percent of the time they're rude.” “Wow. Ninety-nine percent? I guess that doesn’t leave room for any of us to avoid being stereotyped.” I laughed, nodding. “Now that I've seen for myself, I'd say you're one of the good ones.”