Yes, I didn't think there was anyone quite like me.
I was hyper, at times. Crazily, insanely hyper, loud, and fun-loving. I could also be calm, understanding, and loving. I could be quite funny as well.
I loved gore and violence; anything that stimulates my brain and really made me excited or have to think; other than math. I loved puzzles since I was a child. I had a summer house all my life, but completely unlike the one I have currently. It was tiny and without heating. We finally sold it this year. I kinda felt sad about that.
I love swimming, canoeing, and sailing. I would wonder at times why I wasn't associated with the water element. But I also love forests, so it wasn't too surprising.
I also loved the moon. Did you know as it sets it sometimes is orange? At least, that's how it is at my summer house. It's very beautiful.
Speaking of beautiful, I am all it embodies. With a dangerously high confidence level. Though I'm not arrogant, or think I'm better than everyone else. I honestly despise people like that. No, I just have a high opinion of myself. Sometimes, it's hard for me to spot flaws in myself and my works because of this. After a long while of reflecting, I finally found it out.
I can be selfish. Incredibly selfish. Manipulative, too. And I also sometimes take things for granted.
However, it may be because of the setting my life took place in. Imagine living in two giant houses your whole life, your parents incredibly successful. If you looked up your father's name, you would get dozens of pictures and praise panels for how great of an attorney he was. Your mother works part time, and she is also quite successful. Your mother was in college for six years, with a pHD, and your father nine, with a JD. You are a spoiled brat.
At least, that's how I was for the first few years of my life. After all, if you had so much, why would you give a second thought to how lucky you are that the sun is still rising? That you lived another day?
I sure didn't.
However, I've experienced the pain of isolation. I didn't have any friends until two years ago. I had to wear an eyepatch for a while when I was eight because my eye was damaged and I was temporarily blind. A boy at the park was talking to me and playing with me. I was so happy. After a while though, his mother came over and told him there was something wrong with me because of my eyes and he couldn't talk to me anymore.
When I got into middle school, people began to befriend me, but also hate me. I was kicked out of my chair, thrown onto the floor and laughed at, and called emo, slut, whore, freak, anime girl, lesbian, Japanese wannabe and prostitute. Boys asked me out as a joke to see my reaction. Girls stayed away from me. I accidentally touched a girl in my yoga class, and I quickly apologized. She looked at me like I had just done some unspeakable evil and moved her mat as far as possible. The next day I was asked if I had tried to molest her.
Although, I did meet someone I doubt I'll ever find the likes of again. Her name was Rachel. She was very pretty and kind, and loved the anime world as soon as she was introduced to it. She ended up voice acting Estelle in my animated series.
However, not all good things last, and her dad was transferred to another army base in a different state. I had occasionally videochatted her, but soon that ended as well.
Sixth grade ended with me being alone again.
Seventh grade was off to a bit of a rough start, but I soon met more people who shared the same interests, though here was never another Rachel. I was introduced to the world of Kanon Wakeshima and Gothic Lolita, and I immediately fell in love with the style. However, my mother greatly opposed my clothing choices. She would say things like, "No way would you wear that!" And, "I would let you dress as you like, if you weren't so weird.". She says she just doesn't want me to get bullied, but I honestly don't care what people think of me.
I was also introduced to The Legend of Zelda this year. I loved the games and the sense of adventure I got from them. However, I dedicated myself completely to drawing, animating, and playing these games, and my grades dropped. B+ in World Studies. C in Language Arts. D in Science. Even worse in Math.
My mother really cracked down on me then, limiting the time I could animate, making me do my homework as soon as I got home, and practicing piano longer and harder. However, I got out of the rough patch, and ended out the school year with three A's and a B+.
I now have supportive, loving friends, an Internet community that supports me, am quite grateful, and have a good report card.
It is 11:58. I am almost thirteen years old.
I wonder how next year will play out?