Novel & Cerita Dont Act Like Im Average

I cannot imagine having a period on top of that. “Oh come on Sorahiko, you look prettier in black and you know it”. Sakura— my only friend and roommate whines in my ears. Prettier? Was I ever pretty? Hate to disappoint you, but that’s not me. I’m… painfully average. I have a face. I mean it exists. My hair stays where it’s supposed to. I have two eyes, one nose, one mouth— the standard human features and exactly zero delusions. I’m a self-aware person. I know I’m plain to look at.

She blinked rapidly, her breath uneven. “I don’t play nice.” I said softly, “Not with people who touch me, and especially not with people who think they can humiliate me. Try that again, and I’ll show you what real embarrassment feels like.” I turned to Neveah and Laziel, “Let’s go. Some people are not worth talking to.”

I zone in on him to listen to his mind. Keep acting cool. Keep talking, smiling, and making jokes...why do they have to be so annoying? I furrow my eyebrows as I look at Brandon laughing; he was an outstanding actor. But why would he need to act? He hangs out with people he thinks is annoying just to be popular? How pathetic. I lose some of my respect for him. Taking a deep breath, I square my shoulders back and walk forward confidently. "Hey Brandon, can I talk to you for a sec?" I ask. The whole group watches me

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 clung to his neck, giggling against his skin as he carried me up the stairs. "You know, you really should tone it down in public," I whispered. "Why? You scared of people’s opinions?" "I just... I’m an average girl, Andre. I don’t want the attention. I want to live a normal life." "Well, this is normal in my world, baby. You think hiding will make them talk less? If anything, it makes them more curious." I sighed as he continued. "There’s always that one person who wants to dig dirt. It’s always the same... they love dragging successful people down to feel better."

Which is why we never get along well. I refuse to act shy or dumb because I am anything but that. I am smart and am not afraid to show that. One of my best qualities is also that I hardly ever stay without a comeback. So you could pretty much say I don't stay quiet when something disturbs me. Of course, people find me annoying and call me a bitch many times, either to my face or once I turn around. But I don't care. So back to the topic at hand. I had to get myself together before tomorrow night and be on my best behavior for the game.

My jaw falls at the spectacle. I shake my head and claw at the dress, ripping it in various places until it’s blessedly gone from my body. A huge sigh of relief escapes me as I begin to scratch and itch all over my midsection. “I like breathing and being able to freely move my body,” I grumble, as both women stare at me in shock. It's on the tip of my tongue to tell Abbey she’s a stuck up snob, but I’m still not sure of my role here. Is that how I normally behave too? I just can’t picture it. What good does it do to belittle someone for doing their job?

My plain face stares back at me and their previous words bite. There really is nothing special about my curly brown shoulder length hair, or my dull honey-brown eyes that has no astonishing glow in them. My skin is pale with few freckles splattered against my cheeks. I’m almost too skinny with no bosom chest or ass to flaunt. I turn away from my imagine, leaving the girl’s lavatory. It’s not like I hate what I look like. I know I’m not extraordinary in the looks department like Elena or most of the girls here. One thing I do like about my self is I’m nothing like her, striving to bring everyone down to uplift herself, and I never would be.

I stick my tongue out at him, smiling. “Oh sweetheart, you wish. I look like I was built by the Greek Gods” He puffs his chest out confidently. “Okay, fair enough” I nod. “You were supposed to say something about yourself so that I could hype you up, not the other way around” He whines. “Sorry Dan, there’s nothing I could possibly say. I’m average, and that’s pushing it. You’re, well. You’re far above average” I laugh. “Kisses, stop. That’s so wrong and you know it” He frowns.