Note: This is my very first piece I'm posting! A rough prologue of what I hope will be a great story. I'm open to any and all criticism. I hope you like!
Meghan. That's a pretty boring name. No offense to the other Meghans of the world, but it's very common. That was definitely part of the problem.
Another problem: Boring features. Long brown hair, straight. Dull green eyes that never sparkled. Average height. Average weight. That's what I was, average. I might as well have stamped the word on my forehead.
The only non-average thing about me was my report card. Straight A's due to having too much time to study. Too many Saturday nights spent in my room with a textbook and my iPod. Did I ever get bored? Maybe I did. Maybe I liked it. Maybe it was all I knew, to be bored.
Chores were boring. I did them anyway, without a fuss. The perfect child, my parents called me. I was anything but. Adults don't know the new meaning of perfect.
I played tennis. I was good. My parents had big plans for that. I didn't like it. Worse, I hated it. I wanted to quit. If I even thought about telling them that, they would kill me.
I had friends. A best friend. Tabby, who was not average. Above average was more like it. She was perfect. Tabby, short for Tabitha, was a very pretty name in my opinion. Tall and slender. Blonde hair and blue eyes. Model-worthy. That's probably why she was one.
Tabby Ann Addams was a model at age 16, and I was jealous. Secretly. Well, she probably knew, but she was too nice to rub it in. She was an angel in the form of a teenager. With too many friends to count, I don't know how she had time for me. We had been friends since the first day of Kindergarten. She grew into a model. I grew into...me. Whatever I was. Average.
You may say that average is not bad. Good, maybe. Even great. It wasn't enough for me. I needed to be different. I wanted to stand out. I knew where my life was headed if I didn't do something about it. Exceptional grades lead to an academic scholarship and a great college. Study to be a doctor, or maybe a lawyer. Maybe I'd get married. Maybe I'd have kids. Maybe I'd start a new generation of Meghans. No thank you.
Yes, that's who I was. Emphasis on the was. This is the story of how I turned into who I am.