Perfectly Imperfect - Prologue
I have the worst life a person could ever have. But sometimes I feel blessed I'm a born LOSER. Because if not because of this rare trait, I won't have you...
Hey! Who are you? How could you read my head? Shoo! Get out or else I'm going to rip my skull of and pull you out there forcefully. That will be really bloody, I swear. I'm giving you a minute. Now make up your mind before it's too late because I know you'll regret being given this power to read my mind. What? You still won't leave me alone? Okay, I guess I can't do anything else because I don't want to rip my head because of you.
Welcome to my not-so-perfect life.
If you insisted reading what's inside my head because you think I have a pretty cool life? Well, I advise you to turn your back now because my in my life you'll be expecting a lot of expected stuff. I'm a boring kind of person, you know.
I think I should formally introduce myself to you.
Hi there! I'm Spencer Adams. I live in Ontario Canada with my mom. In my seventeen years of living in this lame life, nothing much has changed. I'm still the same stupid loser, like what I was in fourth grade. No girlfriend. No anything. Just a mentally-retarded best friend who don't know anything but eat. To make it short, I'm stuck in a real-life hell. And I'm used to it.
I study in South Crest High. Nothing much in my school - just the typical hot cheerleaders, cool jocks, scary nerds, emotional musicians, always-present bullies who beat you up if you won't give them your lunch money, and of course who could forget the holiest of the holy? The Nobodies. They are type of people whom you wouldn't like to hang out with. The Nobodies are characterized for their specialty in nothing, and their zero popularity. And yep, I'm one of them.
At least my mate, Andy Canier, reached a 12% popularity rate because of his amazing talent in music. He was once a member of an acoustic band at school, but he was demoted to Official Composer after destroying a stool chair in a club during one of their gigs. That cracked chair scared the other clubs, causing the decrease of the band's performances.
I'm actually into nothing, except making godforsaken paintings. Nobody has seen any of my works though, and I'm not brave enough to show it off because I know they won't appreciate it. They're just stuck inside my dresser, covered with dust and of course, soiled clothes.
Being a loser is quite fun. My life has never been chaotic ever since - let alone the occasional bullying. But there's this day, the start of my more-horrible life, when Caleb Anderson started venting off his anger to me. I don't know what's inside his head (If there is) but the captain of the Soccer team, the most popular jock in school, paying so much attention to a dull person like me? Unusual.
They say Caleb only does this bullying kind of stuff to people who threaten him. Hello. Me? I'm threatening Caleb? I won't wish. I'm pretty sure I'll have a swollen face if I attempt to do anything he wouldn't like. That's why I prefer staying behind the shadows. I'm safer there.
About how I deal with bullies, I just don't resist them. Let them do what they want to me. That will spare your life from their barbaric acts because if you oppose, well, they'll oppose you back. Because in Newton's 2nd Law of Motion, "In every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction". The problem is, it won't be an equal reaction - either harder, or MORE harder.
What else do you what to know? Right, girls. If I ever had a girlfriend. Like I said, I never had a single girlfriend. I haven't even kissed a girl! (Except for my mom when I was 5.) But I liked a girl, back when I was 15. She was like the only normal girl in class, when everyone else was into looking good by putting on make-ups and even false boobs.
Laurence Vance stayed as herself, even if her friends are pressuring her to be like them. The sad thing is, the next year she migrated to London. We had one chance to talk before she left. Her family's in London and her dad told her to be with them. I wanted to stop her, but what could I do?
I remembered I even painted her - she reminds me of a raging river. She has narrow brown eyes that are like two acorns. Her silky, curly, chestnut hair is worn in a style that reminds me of a waterfall - but I don't have that enough talent in painting that I only captured half of her Aphrodite-like beauty.
My life was way better when she was around, but by the time I turned 16, my life went back to normal. The thing is, people bullied me more. Caleb became extra dedicated to his job of further destroying my already-destroyed life.
Is it because Laurence wanted to hang out with me that with him? Impossible. He already have his girlfriend, Rhian Jackson - Caleb female version. Same as fierce. Same as mean. Though Rhian has never tried to bully me, fortunately, I really don't wish to get into her way.
I will never forget this date - November 13. That was the day that Caleb's cronies kidnapped and dumped me into an old warehouse which is blocks away from school. That's where they toyed with my face. As a result, I got an uprooted tooth, a swollen cheek, and a black-eye. I rushed to the nearest Fish n' Chips store and they were totally shocked of my face. I didn't mind. As long as I get to eat Fish n' Chips, I'll be alright.
Instead of going home, I stayed at Andy's place for the night thinking of a way how to look normal the next day. It took 5 bags of ice to cure everything and an unexpected visit to the dentist for my tooth. Mom has gone nuts because of my overnight loss without even calling her. C'mon! Think of it, I can't even talk. And I will be defying the purpose of hiding from her if I let Andy tell her I'm in their house!
So, that's basically my life.
Wake up. Eat breakfast. Take a bath. Brush teeth. Go to school. Sleep in class. Get bullied by Caleb's cronies. Get a black-eye as a prize. Rant about how I hate my life (Not really.) to Andy. Eat Fish and Chips to lift up my mood. Walk home. Eat lasagna for dinner. Dash to my room. Open my laptop. Log in to my messenger. Chat with Andy again. Do homework. Sleep. Dream of a better life.
That's the Spencer-ian Life Cycle.
Welcome to my not-so-perfect life.
If you insisted reading what's inside my head because you think I have a pretty cool life? Well, I advise you to turn your back now because my in my life you'll be expecting a lot of expected stuff. I'm a boring kind of person, you know.
I think I should formally introduce myself to you.
Hi there! I'm Spencer Adams. I live in Ontario Canada with my mom. In my seventeen years of living in this lame life, nothing much has changed. I'm still the same stupid loser, like what I was in fourth grade. No girlfriend. No anything. Just a mentally-retarded best friend who don't know anything but eat. To make it short, I'm stuck in a real-life hell. And I'm used to it.
I study in South Crest High. Nothing much in my school - just the typical hot cheerleaders, cool jocks, scary nerds, emotional musicians, always-present bullies who beat you up if you won't give them your lunch money, and of course who could forget the holiest of the holy? The Nobodies. They are type of people whom you wouldn't like to hang out with. The Nobodies are characterized for their specialty in nothing, and their zero popularity. And yep, I'm one of them.
At least my mate, Andy Canier, reached a 12% popularity rate because of his amazing talent in music. He was once a member of an acoustic band at school, but he was demoted to Official Composer after destroying a stool chair in a club during one of their gigs. That cracked chair scared the other clubs, causing the decrease of the band's performances.
I'm actually into nothing, except making godforsaken paintings. Nobody has seen any of my works though, and I'm not brave enough to show it off because I know they won't appreciate it. They're just stuck inside my dresser, covered with dust and of course, soiled clothes.
Being a loser is quite fun. My life has never been chaotic ever since - let alone the occasional bullying. But there's this day, the start of my more-horrible life, when Caleb Anderson started venting off his anger to me. I don't know what's inside his head (If there is) but the captain of the Soccer team, the most popular jock in school, paying so much attention to a dull person like me? Unusual.
They say Caleb only does this bullying kind of stuff to people who threaten him. Hello. Me? I'm threatening Caleb? I won't wish. I'm pretty sure I'll have a swollen face if I attempt to do anything he wouldn't like. That's why I prefer staying behind the shadows. I'm safer there.
About how I deal with bullies, I just don't resist them. Let them do what they want to me. That will spare your life from their barbaric acts because if you oppose, well, they'll oppose you back. Because in Newton's 2nd Law of Motion, "In every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction". The problem is, it won't be an equal reaction - either harder, or MORE harder.
What else do you what to know? Right, girls. If I ever had a girlfriend. Like I said, I never had a single girlfriend. I haven't even kissed a girl! (Except for my mom when I was 5.) But I liked a girl, back when I was 15. She was like the only normal girl in class, when everyone else was into looking good by putting on make-ups and even false boobs.
Laurence Vance stayed as herself, even if her friends are pressuring her to be like them. The sad thing is, the next year she migrated to London. We had one chance to talk before she left. Her family's in London and her dad told her to be with them. I wanted to stop her, but what could I do?
I remembered I even painted her - she reminds me of a raging river. She has narrow brown eyes that are like two acorns. Her silky, curly, chestnut hair is worn in a style that reminds me of a waterfall - but I don't have that enough talent in painting that I only captured half of her Aphrodite-like beauty.
My life was way better when she was around, but by the time I turned 16, my life went back to normal. The thing is, people bullied me more. Caleb became extra dedicated to his job of further destroying my already-destroyed life.
Is it because Laurence wanted to hang out with me that with him? Impossible. He already have his girlfriend, Rhian Jackson - Caleb female version. Same as fierce. Same as mean. Though Rhian has never tried to bully me, fortunately, I really don't wish to get into her way.
I will never forget this date - November 13. That was the day that Caleb's cronies kidnapped and dumped me into an old warehouse which is blocks away from school. That's where they toyed with my face. As a result, I got an uprooted tooth, a swollen cheek, and a black-eye. I rushed to the nearest Fish n' Chips store and they were totally shocked of my face. I didn't mind. As long as I get to eat Fish n' Chips, I'll be alright.
Instead of going home, I stayed at Andy's place for the night thinking of a way how to look normal the next day. It took 5 bags of ice to cure everything and an unexpected visit to the dentist for my tooth. Mom has gone nuts because of my overnight loss without even calling her. C'mon! Think of it, I can't even talk. And I will be defying the purpose of hiding from her if I let Andy tell her I'm in their house!
So, that's basically my life.
Wake up. Eat breakfast. Take a bath. Brush teeth. Go to school. Sleep in class. Get bullied by Caleb's cronies. Get a black-eye as a prize. Rant about how I hate my life (Not really.) to Andy. Eat Fish and Chips to lift up my mood. Walk home. Eat lasagna for dinner. Dash to my room. Open my laptop. Log in to my messenger. Chat with Andy again. Do homework. Sleep. Dream of a better life.
That's the Spencer-ian Life Cycle.
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