Author’s note

Most people will agree that the years separating the happy no-care-in-the-world days of a child and the I-am-free years of college are difficult but character building and quite necessary years.  And I would have to agree.  There are those of us who live these years in the limelight, people with good looks and popularity at their side.  These people, while their perception of these years is somewhat altered have the capability to turn into perfectly normal healthy adults who have a decent outlook on life. Though this future may be within their grasp, their lives as young adults is shall we say easy and difficult on everyone else in the world. They seemed to ride the wave that is given them, always one step higher than we want to be.  And it is that fact that everyone below them on life’s totem pole is doomed to suffer.  Then there are those who I delicately refer to as the non-popular people.  People who just don’t have a knack for choosing the correct ideals of life.  These people who I will respectfully refer to as “reals” are more on shall we call it the “dark side of the moon.”  They hardly ever go to social functions, and if they do they are depressed wallflowers that are too scared to approach the god-like popular people that they love and admire. They hardly join sports teams, for they find the idea of being in front of people who might mock or plague them with taunts for the simple mistake that they might encounter, a painful and terrifying idea.  These people are invisible or the most visible.  They are the ones who know everything or nothing, they are the ones who you trip and ridicule or are terrified that they might blow up something. They never follow the crowds and fads, always sticking to the one idea that beats like thunder above there heads, “I must be popular.”  But they never are. And it is because of this simple fact that these reals never or always drink, do drugs or any other illegal or immoral act unless the option of joining the holy “popular” crowd arises.  I am a real…and though you may have skimmed through this story thinking “oh no…another sad unpopular girl’s story…” that is not what this is.  I would like to give you a chance to view life as a real, a used and dropped real in point of fact.  Now I know what most of you are thinking…and you’re probably correct.  This is another sob story of a young girl who was dumped for the popular crowd.  And if you do not wish to hear a story that is whole truth and painful memory, then I suggest you move on to your vampire stories that litter this website like trash.  This story is a look into my life, my past and possibly the past or present of those who you taunt and ridicule for the simple fact of being too different from yourselves.