Novel & Cerita Don't Act Like I'm Average

“But real talk—why can’t they just mind their own damn business? Like, they both literally have everything. Why waste their energy picking on you? It’s giving bored and bitter.” “Right?” I said, stabbing a french fry and shoving it in my mouth. Riley nodded furiously. “She’s just terrified that if she stops being mean for five seconds, people will realize she’s actually just… average.” Jaden cackled. “Average with good makeup. That’s her whole personality. Contour and cruelty.” We were all cracking up now, till I felt the air shift. I turned just in time to see Kathleen and her squad gliding past our table. Her lips curled into that signature smirk.

I said glaring at him "Just who do u think you are?" When he made no response, I carried on."You think because you're wealthy, you've got good looks, and can have anything you want makes superior. But let me tell you something your pompous head failed to take caution of." I held up a finger. Silencing him in advance, if he had anything to splutter, or anymore insults to shade me. "You're rich, and I'm...well, still struggling to make ends meet."I shrugged not giving a care. "But we walk on the same ground and breath the same air, so that doesn't make you any better than me. Because you aren't anything special. You're just some average guy with a mean reputation." I superposed. His gaze which

he says bluntly. I let out a tired laugh. “That obvious?” “They think you used influence.” “I didn’t,” I said immediately. “I know,” he replies without hesitation. “And so does Maren.” That helps. More than I expect it to. “I just want to be normal,” I admit quietly. “I want to work, go home, pay my bills, mess up sometimes without it meaning something else.” Louis studies me. “You don’t act like someone who’s had things handed to her.”

"I can see you're trying your best" "But I'm not doing my best, Emily", I blurt out. "Every morning, I wake up intending to be good at everything. A good working woman. A good mother. A good wife. But at the end of the day, I seem to be lost in my life. I'm exhausted, broken and not the least, Emily—", I look at her. "I always end up being average in everything and sometimes the worst. Because I don't think I'm capable of doing everything right"

I asked hesitantly, looking up at her. She shook her head firmly. “No. I think you’re special. And smart. Smarter than anyone else here.” Her words warmed me, but she wasn’t done. “But,” she said, her tone more serious now, “the way you act… it makes people think otherwise.” “How should I act, then?” Ava’s smile faded slightly, and she looked at me thoughtfully, as if considering whether or not to say what was on her mind. Finally, she said one word. “Weak.”

“ you are an embarrassment “ I told her , clenching my fists tight . These words she had told me again and again when I have done everything right , it was about time she knew how it feels to be on the receiving end . I knew I was breaking her heart but I had given her so much love , so much attention , so much hope that she has taken it all and burned it in her ignorance “ You say that I’m an average ? Then I will tell you that being an average was loads better than being a drug addict . I don’t know how you stand here in front of me and act as if you have done nothing wrong , but I can’t look at you anymore because every time I look at you I remember the odd gaze with which my friends lo

Let's just leave it here. "No, Raven! Don't let other people just step on you without them knowing what was really happening in your life. Don't let them treat you very badly just because they feel like it will make them a better person. You need to give them a good old-fashioned fight if it's necessary."

It's as if there's some kind of spell or enchantment clouding my judgment. I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself. Maybe it's just a passing phase, a result of the stress and unfamiliarity of my new school. I remind myself that I deserve better than to be treated poorly by anyone, regardless of their appearance or supposed status. With that in mind, I resolve to focus on my own well-being and personal growth. I won't let these feelings distract me from my goals and values. I will continue to work hard, make new friends, and surround myself with people who appreciate and respect me.

I echoed. He looked me dead in the eye. “Not adequate. Not impressive. But better.” My jaw dropped. “Do you just… invent new levels of mediocrity to insult me with?” For the first time, he actually chuckled. A low, rough sound that did terrible things to my insides. “You’re feisty today,” he said. I crossed my arms. “Maybe I’m just tired of being called average by a man who probably grades people in his sleep.” His lips curved, but his eyes stayed serious. “Average isn’t the word I’d use for you, Ms. Lopez.”

My case seemed worse than hers, the only person that wasn’t picked by any team and just automatically landed in the last tier. I feel more than a little slighted, I understood why he didn’t want me on his team, however, the other teams seem to think they were too good for me. I wasn’t going to accept this. “I can’t just quit like this, I have to know…” I say turning right around, heading back in the direction I came in. My grandmother used to tell me being average was okay, I shouldn’t aim to be the best, even the last was fine, as long as I didn’t aim to be the best.