Novel & Cerita Weird Things To Say

'Why am I surrounded by weird people?' Madison asked herself. Weirdly enough, all the people she called weird is those who she finds either interesting or stupid. Who did good stupidity towards her. She thought Jordan is weird for accepting her despite of learning the fact that she's pregnant with Gavin's child. And the fact that Jordan promised to take care of her without expecting something in return is super weird for her. If somebody heard her calling Jordan weird, they might confuse the word weird to have the same definition of kind.

And he has been crushing on me for almost a decade… Super fan-freaking-tastic! It’s not weird at all! This is completely and utterly normal. After all, normal is relative, right? Gah! Who the hell am I even trying to fool?! This is super, to the power of a million, weird! It’s like broccoli in jelly bean flavour… That’s… I really am weird… “This is… awkward.” I thought out loud. Damn! I really am an awkwardness magnet! Out of all the talents that I could have had, why do I have that particular one?!

she said with a small laugh and I mentally rolled my eyes at her audacity to outrightly call me mad. "I hope you don't take offence to what I just said because I didn't mean it maliciously at all and I only said it because I'm worried about you. Being weird isn’t something I’d consider a good thing and you may not know this since you don't remember but, you sometimes act like a normal person which is your usual self and then sometimes you just completely act...," she was saying but I interjected.

"What makes you ask that?" "Some of the kids at school talk about me. They say I'm too mature for my age. That I act like an adult sometimes." My heart squeezed. "You're not weird, Maya. You're special." "Special feels the same as weird." "It's not. Special means you have gifts other people don't have. That doesn't make you weird. It makes you extraordinary." Maya leaned against me. "Sometimes I wish I was just normal. Like the other kids." "Normal is overrated."

Cal growled to express his annoyance at Jaxon’s jest. “Hilarious. I hope your mate gives you a run for your money.” These could fight words if they weren’t said between close friends. Someone could have construed it to be a curse or a jest. Not magical, but a curse, nonetheless. “It won’t help her confidence if you wrap her in bubble wrap and hide her like a prized mushroom.” “What is with you and the weird, obscure sayings? It’s becoming painful because I have to think about what you’re talking about and it’s annoying.”

"Nothing in this fucking world would." Was he expecting an answer to that weird statement? What did he want me to even say? But what he said next was even more bizarre. "Stray, we need to talk, like, really fucking talk."

I had no idea how he managed to produce that much noise despite being a kid. "After the meal, you two have to go for a movie!" Luther chirped happily. He seemed even more excited than me. "In fact, you gotta go for a horror movie! Kyrie will go, 'Oh, Mr. Skyworth! I'm so scared!'" Luther spoke the dialog in a high-pitched voice while pretending to dive into my arms. Where the hell did this brother of mine pick up these weird skills? Sometimes, I had a feeling that Luther wasn't a ten-year-old at all. How was it that he was so knowledgeable about these things?

he muttered, almost to himself. The word should’ve stung. It didn’t. The way he said it wasn’t cruel it was bemused, almost fond. Like he was turning the idea over in his head, trying to decide whether weird was a dealbreaker or something he could live with. Like maybe, just maybe, he was trying to figure me out too. I decided to push back. Humor was my only reliable weapon in situations like this. “Weird is just another word for interesting,” I said, forcing a grin I didn’t feel. “You’re welcome.”

"I am sorry; I didn't mean to call you uh-bitch. It just kind of, sort of came out and-" He laughed, his eyes crinkling with amusement. "It's okay. In fact even I can use it. Many people call me weird too." We are all a little weird in our own little weird way. That's what makes us different. I sighed, "Yeah sure. Wait! No. That's cheating, you can't steal my dialogue. Make one for yourself."

I remembered that Sapphire had also said something like this to me before about her father. “Why did you say that?” “Hmm... he thou-ht buzzer was f-ee.” “Little one, never tell people they’re weird,” I said in a teaching tone. “Is that bad?” “Yeah, and you’ll end up hurting someone’s feelings. Nobody likes being called weird, even more so when you say it behind their back.” “Mommy, I don’t under-tand. Why is som-one tur-ing back? I di-n’t say anything about back.”