Butterfly Whispers

Preview of my original story

Introductions are overrated.

Its where for probably the five whole seconds that people actually bother to pay attention to you, you put on you

r best “Paris Hilton” smile and prepare to either lie, or stretch the truth to appear to be cooler than you really are. It never failed to make me laugh, if I was unlucky enough in the first place to be privy to what had to be one of man's stupidest rituals ever invented. The other being the toaster oven. I mean really, who wants to eat burnt bread? But I digress.

No one really cares about knowing who you are, or if your interests include reading(something that's considered “lame” as I've learned of late). The only thing that matters were looks and money. Typical human behavior. I tried to suppress a snort, lest I should interrupt the teacher's dictatorship worthy rant of

the class rules. I chanced a look around the classroom, and found people trying to furtively sneak a peek at “Edlewise High's hottest new piece of ass” as one of my new classmates so very eagerly put it.

I didn't get my five second introduction and already people were starting to categorize me. Apparently it was a tough choice between the “bad boy” and “closeted nerd” category. I mentally rolled my eyes at the amazing stupidity of my judgmental classmates. I could hardly hide the look of mild disgust whe

n one of said new classmates winked at me in what I suppose was considered to be “sexy”.

These humans willingly sold themselves short just to be accepted, something that these teenagers likened to finding the Holy Grail, as I was finding out. Often or not, these things failed to live up to the hype, just like how people failed to live up to the flattering picture they paint themselves as being. You're left feeling cheated.

Only in death do people truly show their true colors. Their petty wants and wishes are stripped away from t

hem, leaving only the essence of who they truly were. They were themselves, pure and true. And it was that beauty that made me choose to live. That and the boredom that comes with being around way too long. Yet for all the beauty in death, I was finding out that living, wasn't what it was all cut out to be. I sighed, thinking of all the other stupid human rituals I would need to subject myself to if I was to continue on.

“You wanted to be normal. So suck it up and deal with it.” I reminded myself.