There I was sitting in a boring room with even more boring people, the teacher was rambling about a topic I had no interest in and my friends were somewhere else in the school doing god knows what. “knowing who you are can make learning easier,” said my teacher, “who cares, I thought to myself, I know I’m introverted and knowing that won’t help me learn any faster.” “I want each person in this class to take a personality test, I’m interested to see y’all’s different personalities.””Whatever” I thought, this is an easy 100, I’ll just answer fast and be done with it. I pull up the website, fill out some personal questions and boom done “protagonist, hmm interesting but that’s just not me, I don’t like to be the center of attention and nor do I want to be.”
“ring, ring, ring,” the school day has come to an end, I put my headphones in, turned on some ABBA and walk out of the school. I come home to an empty house, my mom was at work while my dad was out shopping, I threw my phone on my bed, picked it up again checking for anything. “nothing, no calls, no texts,” I passed out on my bed tired from a long day.
“Beep, beep, beep, woah what time is it? Eight o’clock? It’s already eight o’clock!?” I run out the door, putting on clothes and jumping into my mom’s car, I pull down the front seat mirror, “something different,” I think to myself as we turn into the school zone. I get out, say my goodbyes and head into school, people I’ve never seen before are staring at me as I walk through the front doors. The eyes staring at me is a lot of pressure, but for some reason it feels normal; feels like something I’ve been facing for years now. First period arrives, I walk in through the doors, and for the first time in the school year my teacher is trying to have an actual conversation with me. The day goes by fast and throughout the day more and more people are talking to me and I’m able to talk to them back without having a nervous panic attack. This is nice, but as weeks start to go by I start to miss the people that had my back since the beginning. The new friends I’ve been making feel fake, they seem to only like one thing, popularity. I’m scared of talking to my old friends, they probably don’t even remember me anymore.
As the year goes on life gets progressively more boring, being fake isn’t fun, only caring about materialistic things isn’t fun either. I may have not had many friends when I was an introvert but at least I knew the ones I had were real and I could trust with anything. As I keep growing up the sadder I get, no one true, no one trustworthy.
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