Colorful Shades of Gray
She was never popular. She sat by herself and watched social groups gossip around her. She wasn’t the enthusiastic cheerleader, the attractive class officer, the lead actress, the homecoming queen, the newspaper editor, or the star athlete. She was more involved in minor things, little things that were very insignificant and not noteworthy by many. But it was she that knew they would make an enormous difference in the world, and that was more than enough. She was usually the one-person army, the only one against the world, the non-conformist, the one that was thought to be hopeless, yet unconditionally hung on. This girl held her head high and refused to give in to stereotypes. This girl was lost and didn’t belong anywhere. This girl was me. My identity emerged from my home, the foundation of my youth. People believe that being the only child has its advantages of being spoiled and being on top of the world, but they don’t notice the details behind the mask.