Dont Act Like Im Average Novels & Stories

My Not Sister Hiro I’m crazy. I know I’m crazy. Everyone knows I’m Crazy Zen—and not in the chill, meditative, herb-sipping way. Insightful as my brain forces me to be—in the most disturbing, inappropriate, and irrelevant ways—social awareness and cultural norms didn’t exactly get installed during the reboot. I’m fine with it. I really am. At least I really was before this.

It’s reminiscent of a husky: cute, nonthreatening and completely clueless. I resist the urge to giggle. I don’t think I’ve met anyone else who was this adorable, aside from kids. Why the hell did I settle for I***a bitches?! I didn’t have nearly this much fun with any of them. Did I laugh with them? Yes. Did I enjoy myself? To a point.. Did I ever find anyone who was this endearing? Never. One thing about I***a girls is that they’re rarely endearing, too worried about their next post. Too worried about image, much too vain to let down their guard and act…

The spark of his laughter held a magnetic quality, one that drew Ava's attention and evoked a sense of vulnerability within her. Yet, as if fueled by an inner fire, Ava's response was swift and resolute, her voice carrying a quiet intensity as she addressed the misconception. "I'm not a kid. I'm grown to make any decision I want." The lines of determination etched themselves on her features, a reflection of her fierce conviction that she was more than the perception he held.

Even if he’s someone so rich like he’s breathing money everywhere, he won’t spend that big just for a whore who’s not even special. I had a fair share of suitors. I had boyfriends, and most of them told me I was likable enough, lovely. But I know better. I can be called lovely but I know a lot of girls are much prettier than me. I’m what people call the “average”.

I asked him and he laughed out loud. “That’s insane! Your imagination is superb!” He beamed. I smiled and shook my head. “People will think of you as a kind and nice guy because that’s what they see. People see the surface, unless they get to get deeper.” He smiled. “Well, I’m ordinary.” He started. “I’m not pretending to be something I’m not. But I’m nothing but Knight. I mean, I’m a normal nerd who likes to study more than have friends.”

*Giggles* I admit I make efforts to be invisible, I don’t know why but I am kind of used to it. There isn’t really much to say about me, I am the good girl, the poster child for good behaviour. Straight As with the occasional B+ that happened only once. Um, yeah, I think that’s all there is to know about me. Now I’m the one rambling. Lol. I ramble a lot when I am nervous, you are making me nervous. Lol.

I get that there's stuff going on in my life right now, but that doesn't mean I don't want to be there for my best friend when something amazing happens to him. I facepalm myself for being such an idiot. "Sorry, I just assumed, you know... Never mind. What's up, Brent?" I sound like a damn loser, but even that doesn't bother me. Being away from everyone for so long has made me kind of a loner, and every time I interact with someone, I act like an awkward teenager. People may call me many things, but Alpha can't be that anymore; I wouldn't know how to act even if I wanted to. "We need your help..."

I’m waiting for thе signal. I dоn’t mееt eyes with аnуоnе. I just pretend I’m іn my оwn wоrld, lіkе thе rest оf thіѕ сіtу dоеѕ. Nо оnе рауѕ аnу аttеntіоn. This ‘being nоrmаl’ асt іѕ easier thаn I thought.

I've always been the black sheep in the family, or in this case the white sheep in a family of black sheep. I wouldn’t say that there was ever something really special about me, other than my “skin condition”. I didn’t find myself to be the most beautiful woman in the world and I certainly wasn’t the smartest. I didn’t have the most contagious or most attractive laugh and my smile was nothing to write home about. I wasn’t too tall, neither was I too short- I was just, average. I’m really the average girl next door and the girl you would probably be in the same class with for months but always forget to put a name to the face. I was the kind of girl you would sit next to in a minibus taxi and

"But...but why does someone as cool and popular and...uh insanely goodlooking as you even like me? I’m not confident or funny, or even brave half the time. I’m... boring. Ordinary. I can hardly stand up for myself." He smiled, that slow, crooked smile that always made my stomach flip. "You’re not boring, Atlas. You’re real and you think before you speak. You notice things others don’t. You care about people even when they don’t deserve it. You have this way of making everything feel calmer, like the world slows down when you talk." I blinked, my face burning so hot I swore the ferris wheel lights might be reflecting off me. "You’re just saying that."