Summary: Meet Ryan. He’s calm, popular, and intelligent. Meet the other Ryan. He’s rowdy, mysterious, and a punk. Now, put them together and me in between. Add some high school, diabolical friends, clueless teachers, obsessive groupies, and German. That’s my life…. In a nutshell. Can someone shoot me?

Reality Is The Epitome Of Insanity

A 12-year-old girl was shifting through boxes of old memorabilia that her mother owned, when a small book accidentally flopped open. She looked at it curiously and opened it to the first page.

09/23/02

Hello Mr. Page that I am going to spill my guts on,

I guess I should start with how I look. Why my mother gave me a journal for a birthday present, we may never know. Anyway, I’m just your average freshman. I live in the suburbs where it’s incredibly boring. Well, that was before they came into my life. Now, my life is a big mess and I don’t really know what to do. I’m just a girl!! Hey, that’s a good song… OH!! My looks: brown eyes, brown hair, and glasses, short, pale, and chubby. I think I’m chubby. My friends beg to differ but I’d be happy if I grew a couple inches. My life got complicated once I got to high school. You’d think it be better. I mean don’t adults always say ’those are the best years of your life.’ If they can be your best, can’t they be your worst also? I’m still trying to decide which one it is in my case. It all started once I got into the actual building. Life was fine and dandy. I got off the bus in a totally normal fashion. I was a freshman. I was confident I was going to survive the big bad high school. I saw a bunch of people I knew on the steps but I just went in to the auditorium where the welcoming assembly was taking place. Screech!!! Yes, can you see how that oozed fakeness? That was really a bunch of garbage. Reality sucks. This is really how it was. Life was not fine and dandy. I almost tripped off the bus. I had a near panic attack when I saw the multitude of freshmen. The suburbs have a different system then where I used to live so I was basically screwed. I’ve been living here for 3 years. I still don’t know where the heck the nearest…club is! Not that I would want to know anytime soon but you get my point. I basically knew 1/5 of the freshmen or class of 2005. That’s a nice way of saying we are going to torture you by making you go to high school and be crowded by even more people you don’t know. The government sucks big time. Not to mention all the conspiracies surrounding it. Before I go into the paranoid frame of mind I have, Let’s review. There’s Ryan. He’s calm, popular, and intelligent. Then, there’s the other Ryan. He’s rowdy, mysterious, and a punk. Now, put them together and me in between. Add some high school, diabolical friends, clueless teachers, obsessive groupies, and German. That’s my life…. In a nutshell. Can someone shoot me? Yes, my life is a big soap opera.

The girl closed the book and ran downstairs to show her mother.

“Mom!” She found her mother in the kitchen making lunch.

“Yes, honey? What is it?” Her mother turned around and saw the book in her hands. Her face morphed with surprise.

“Who’s Ryan?” Her mother’s face blanched at the thought of explaining the past.

“Hon, why don’t you read the whole book? Then, I’ll answer all the questions you have.” She nodded.

“Okay, mom. You promise right?” Her mother sighed but nodded as well. Once she left, her mother slumped into a chair.

“What am I going to do now?” She massaged her temples. She was going to have to take a big trip down memory lane because of that little journal.

A/N: It’s short and it’s a rough. I just want to see what people think of it. Reviews are appreciated.