Average [Original story]
This is a story, an original story.
About an actually normal girl, and not the average "Mary-Sue" character everyone hopes for. She has quirks, she doesn't have a perfect life, she loses people, she wakes up like a wreck, she's just not perfect. Just average.
"Ughhhhgughghughgughgughgugh nnnnnooo" I grunted to myself whilst pulling the sheets back over my head.
Because Iâ€™m happy. Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof. Because Iâ€™m happy. Clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth. Because Iâ€™m happy. Clap along if you know what happiness is to you. Because Iâ€™m happy. Clap along if you feel like thatâ€™s what you wanna do
At that instant, I shot out of bed and started dancing around with my hands in the air. I didn't realise that the alarm had stopped and I started to sing. Very terribly, may I add.
"Here come bad news, talkin' this and that. Yeah, give me all you got, don't hold back. Yeah, well I should probably warn you Iâ€™ll be just fine" I sung.
Knock, knock, knock
"I won't be fine if you keep singing like a dying seal giving birth, shut up, Sadine!" Sam practically screamed through my door. I guess I did sound like a dying seal. Eh, it's cool. I stumble up to the little mirror on my wall and look at the almost scary reflection staring back at me. Bag under my eyes? A shower will fix that. Messy hair? I've got a brush. Straight lips? "Just smile and wave, just smile and wave". I honestly hate makeup. Any kind of it, just gives me the creeps. I hate the way it feels; like you've just iced your face like a cake. I guess that's why they call it "Cake Face".
I glance over at my school uniform. Maroon shorts that a long enough to reach just above my knees, the normal maroon, and white school shirt with the school emblem sewed onto it. Then my black canvas shoes. Not converse... CANVAS.
I open my door, only to find my brother, Sam right there. Chest to face. Awkward.
"What do you want, Sam?"
"Pft, what, I don't want anything..?!" He replied
"Oh so what, you're just standing right at my door for no reason at all?"
"Noooooo. Mum is skeptical about where I was last night. Because my bed is still made. So, I told her that I was helping you study for your History--"
"Math" I corrected him.
"--Math test. And then I fell asleep on my floor. After all, I did end up on my floor when I got home last night. So please, please, defend me?"
I hated this.
This is like the 10th time he's asked me to do something like this. I don't even know where he usually is.
"Ughhhhgh fiiineee." I complained. "But...where...were you?"
"I was at Troy's house playing pool." He responded.
Troy is Sam's best friend. They are like a colon to a right-rounded bracket. :). Troy has black hair and blue eyes. He has a quite skinny figure but he's still a bit adorable. Sam has Dark-chocolate brown hair and he's built, but not even close to "Mega built".
And then there's me. Blonde, brown, maroon, and black hair that goes just past my shoulder-blades. I am certainly not a skinny girl, but I'm not the biggest either. Basically just like any other girl, I'm insecure, but I try not to think about what others say because I guess I'm just...average. Not a prissy little popular girl that spends hours doing her hair, has outrageous hair colours (Pink, purple, bright -bright yellow). Also not the complete opposite of what I just stated. I'm more like a tomboy. Yeah...you could say that.
I'm in between.
In the middle.
The number between 1 and 3.
The Layer of cream between the two sponge cakes.
The space between the two 1's in the number "11".
See? In the middle. But that's okay. It's okay to be in the middle, because there's no expectations...at least I think there's none.
Snap, snap, snap, snap
"Sadine, Earth to Sadine!??" I heard Sam's voice. Then another male voice.
"Is she day dreaming again?" asked... Troy.
"Probably about some guy" after Sam said that, I snapped out of it.
"Excuse me?" I scoffed. "For your information, I wasn't day dreaming, I was thinking about averages. So...... shut up." I said. After about 5 seconds I decided I should try to squeeze through them both, since they were still in their PJ's. "Uh.. excuse me, but I have to go shower. I look like a dead sloth."
"That's an insult" stated Sam. It took me a while but after I finally got it, I punched him in the arm.
Bad move. Really, really bad move.
"Ouch, you idiot! You don't tense your frickin' biceps when I punch you in the frickin' arm. Gosh, darnit. Ouch...walnuts and caviar that hurt. I'll get you back you evil tensing worshiper."
And with that I walked down the hall, after squeezing through the laughing-fit-induced pair of boys, and stepped into the shower after slamming the door and getting undressed.
This...was a typical day, in my...I guess almost average life.
The life of Sadine Mathews.
[[[[This is my first original story that I plan on finishing and maybe ever making a sequel. Well...thanks for reading and I would like some feedback if possible? Thanks xxx â™¡Shaniaâ™¡]]]]