"Being called weird is like being called Limited Edition. Meaning you're something people don't see that often. Remember that."
"You're so weird."
"You're really strange, you know that?"
"You are seriously not normal."
"Why does everyone think I'm weird?" I cried, throwing my hands up in the air.
"What's wrong with being weird?"
I spun around, my hand flying to my heart, and sagged in relief when I saw it was just one of my friends. "Gosh, you scared me. Why do you always sneak up on me like that? You're like a...rodent or something."
He smiled wryly at me. "Thanks. I love being called a rodent."
My eyes widened. "No, no, in a good way! In a sneaky way!"
He raised his eyebrows.
I sighed. "Fine. What do you want to be instead?"
"A human. Anyway," he continued before I could protest, "why are you complaining about being weird?"
"Because everyone says it to me and it's getting really annoying! I hate the word 'weird.' It sounds so...bad."
"But I call you weird all the time and you never get mad at me."
"Because you always smile and say it nicely, like it's a compliment," I explained.
"Well, yeah, 'cause it is. Obviously."
"Are you being sarcastic?" I eyed him suspiciously.
He rolled his eyes and sighed. "No. I'm being serious. But you don't believe me."
"You're right, I don't. Why don't you prove to me that being weird is a good thing?" I challenged him.
He smirked. "Can your pride survive being proved wrong?"
"Can yours?" I countered.
"I don't think we'll need to worry about that," he chuckled.
"There is such a thing as being too confident, you know," I mentioned as I eyed him disgruntledly.
"There is such a thing as being too stubborn, you know," he retorted with a twinkle in his eye.
I frowned and stuck my tongue out at him playfully. "I'm not stubborn. Apparently, I'm just too weird."
He rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "You said it, not me or anyone else."
"I'm only imitating you guys!" I pouted. "Wait, so how are we doing this?"
"The challenge thing?"
"Oh." He thought. "Well, I dunno. I mean, I know what I'm gonna do so you can just...pick something. To prove that being weird is bad? I guess."
"Ooh, you already have an idea? What is it?" I asked eagerly since my mind was completely empty.
He smirked and shook his head. "Nope, not telling. You can come up with your own thing, okay? I gotta go get started now. See you tomorrow."
I frowned and huffed as I watched him walk jauntily away. He looked like so excited I expected him to break out whistling at any moment but he managed to quell the urge, at least until he was out of my line of sight.
Now that he was gone, I sighed and deflated. What had I just agreed to?
This is why you don't let your emotions get the better of you, idiot! I scolded myself savagely. Now what are you gonna do?
I couldn't just let him win because that would dent my pride but I didn't see how I could win. Unless I could read everyone's minds or something...
Suddenly, an idea smacked me across the face like a slap and I squealed at the sheer brilliance of it. I would definitely win now.
The following day, I snuck into the restroom before first period, acting like a spy on a secret mission. I even wore all black for the occasion!
Making sure no one was around, I crept into the largest stall and smiled tenderly at all the graffiti on the walls and stall door. The custodians had tried time and time again to get rid of the unwanted messages but the walls must have been really shy because they clearly liked being covered by words and wouldn't relinquish even a speck of ink. None of the words had faded at all.
I pulled out a bright blue marker from my backpack and scrawled over a more lightly vandalized section of the wall, writing how weird and annoying I was. I frowned as I wrote it but I persevered for the sake of truth. By the end of the day, I would know for sure what people-or at least, the girls-thought of me because everyone wrote honestly on these walls. They naïvely believed that no one would be able to recognize their handwriting, but oh how wrong they were.
Still, this naivete would work to my advantage. I couldn't wait to find out the truth, but at the same time, I really didn't want to know. It was that feeling you get when you're getting a difficult test and you really want to look at your grade if you scored well but really don't want to see it in case you did terrible.
It was not a pleasant feeling.
I left the restroom feeling rather out of sorts, not as cheery as usual. I hoped no one would notice but alas I was not so lucky.
I ran into my friend during lunch. He grinned and waved as he came over. I smiled faintly back in greeting.
He frowned at my lack of response. "Hey, are you okay? Is something wrong?"
I shook my head. "No, nothing's wrong."
"Then why are you so...unenergetic?"
"What are you talking about? I'm always like this!"
"No, you're not. Usually you're always smiling or laughing or jumping around like a rabbit," he said teasingly, but it didn't make me laugh. He frowned again and gazed at me with concern. "Are you really okay? Did something happen? Did someone say something mean to you?"
"No! No, of course not, it's just..." I sighed and confessed, "I know I'm supposed to be proving to you that being weird is bad and all, but I realized that I don't really wanna know if people don't like me."
To my utter surprise, he laughed. I frowned.
Noticing my downtrodden expression, he hurriedly said, "No, no, sorry for laughing! It was just funny because there is no way that people don't like you."
I gave him a look. "You're my friend, you have to say that."
"No, I mean it!" he insisted. "Just wait till after school. I have something to show you, okay?"
I nodded dejectedly. "Yeah, okay."
The day trudged sluggishly by, as if purposely extending my gloominess. I doubted that my friend really had anything to show me that would make me feel better.
I knew everyone thought I was weird. It's not that I was embarrassed by it. I was weird and I knew it. I accepted it. I didn't mind. The thing that bothered me was the way everyone-and I mean everyone-seemed to feel it was a bad thing.
Like maybe I would say something kind of odd and everyone around me would look at me in confusion before shaking their heads briefly and sighing, "You're so weird."
As if I didn't already know. But the way people say it, like it was just such an annoying trait...I just couldn't take it anymore. It made me feel too inferior.
I opened my locker and blew a raspberry into my bangs as I exchanged my notebooks and textbooks for the material that I needed to bring home to do my homework. Shutting my locker carefully and patting it as if it were a dog, I zipped up my backpack and turned around.
"Whoa!" My hand flew to my heart, which was beating wildly. "You scared me! When did you get here?"
My friend was standing in front of me with a huge grin. I haven't even heard him arrive. "Just now. Ready to see something awesome?"
I rolled my eyes but decided to indulge him. "Sure."
He pulled out his phone and tapped the screen a few times before handing it to me. "Here. Watch. With sound. And don't say anything until the end."
Curious, I nodded and tightly grasped the phone, not wanting to drop it. I tapped the screen once and the video began.
"Hey, girl!" one of my friends greeted me loudly on the screen. I automatically grinned back at her. "So I hear you've been feeling bad about being weird? Don't be! You're awesome and I love you! Forget all those jealous losers! Everyone's weird, but we're the good weird, okay? Being weird is great, and don't you forget it! Mwah!"
She blew me a kiss and I pretended to catch it out of habit. My friend, who had been staring at me as I stared at his phone, noticed and chuckled quietly.
Next up was a friend from my art school. I scrunched up my eyebrows; how did he know about her? Did he stalk me or something? I glanced at him suspiciously, but he just looked back innocently, raising his eyebrows.
"Hey, what's up! So, um, I don't really understand what this is for but let me just be honest with you: if you were not an awesome person and a fantastic artist, we would not be friends. So. Yeah. Don't mind what other people say, because they don't matter, got it? See you Saturday!" She waved cutely at me and I knew that when Saturday came, I would be giving her a huge hug.
On and on it went, friend by friend by friend by friend. I never knew I had so many friends, and that they were all so stupendously great! They all told me the same thing: that I was weird, that it wasn't bad, that they loved me all the more for it.
By the end, a permanent smile was etched into my face and I couldn't believe I had ever doubted my friends.
I finally looked up from the phone and smiled. He was still standing there, watching me, a slanted smile hanging on his face as well.
"Done?" He held out his hand.
I returned his phone to him and he smoothly pocketed it.
"So?" he said eagerly.
I heaved a sigh but grinned. "Okay, you win. But only because I'm so totally awesome that of course everyone loves me."
"Oh, so you believe me now?" He folded his arms across his chest and narrowed his eyes at me.
"Mostly? What more evidence do you need?"
"I have to check the bathroom first," I giggled.
"The bathroom? What-oh." Abruptly, a blush rose on his face. "Um, about that. Well, I kinda heard about it earlier today and I got angry so I snuck in and replied to it. I'm sorry! I didn't know that you wrote it on purpose to see what people thought of you!"
I scrunched my eyebrows together. "But just because you wrote back doesn't mean other people couldn't."
He laughed weakly. Immediately, I was suspicious. "What did you write?"
I turned and power-walked down the hall to the girls' bathroom. Shoving my way in through the hordes of girls crowding around the mirrors, I stepped into the largest stall, locking it behind me.
It took me awhile to find, but after a minute of frantic searching, I finally found the bright blue ink of my marker and the dark red that was scribbled angrily in reply.
After deciphering the red text once, I read it over twice more in disbelief before laughing out loud, causing all the other girls in the bathroom to quiet down and whisper snobbishly about the weird girl laughing by herself in a bathroom stall.
Anyone who dares to think that her weirdness is annoying will get hit with a ball in the near future. She is not annoying; she is LIMITED EDITION, people!
The whispering grew louder, but I didn't care. Because I wasn't just weird; I was limited edition.
A/N: I don't know...
Word vomit. I feel like, again, there were many details that I completely just disregarded after mentioning them once but...anyways, whatever. Enjoy!
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