Recently, my brother and his girlfriend went to their prom. Throughout school, my brother and I have always been on the outskirts of the school social circle. We've both been bullied, and never have fit in with the majorities of the student population for every school we've been to.
Brad, who is very much a Goth in style, though isn't quite an actual goth, actually frightened the younger students at the school where we spent most of our high school years because of the way he dressed and carried himself. Then there's the part where he seemed to be in a perpetual state of grumpiness.
Me, I'm the quiet one. People go into shock when they hear what goes on inside my head. Many in my science classes looked at me as an answer machine because I understood the basics of chemestry and cellular biology, and actually enjoyed the work. I was the weak little child, an object of ridicule, or just plain weird.
My triumph came when I went to prom and amazed everyone by doing exactly what they did. I got pretty and danced. My brother. In a school populated by hiphoppers and those who think of rap like classical music, he and his girlfriend got voted prom king and queen.
Freaks rule.
j/k j/k) freaks. I tend to be in the middle "snobish" on hte outside freakish on the inside.
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