Geek, Nerd, Dork, But Thankfully Not You

Chapter 1

I know I'm not a fashionita. I know I'm not the social butterfly. I know I'm not athletic. What i do know is that i am a total dork.

Let me define dork for you; A dork is a person who is socially inept. A dork is a dull person. A dork is a stupid person. A dork is a person who does'nt fit in no matter what.

I am a dork. Well, minus the stupidity, of course.

My dork-iness has always been a mystery to my family. My mother is a lawyer, and never had any dork in her, so my dorky genes are positively not from her. On to my father. He has the geeky dorky look, but what you see isnt what you think it is. My father is a professional musician. He has been speaking fluently and never had i ever seen him doubt about giving speeches or meeting new people. 

Let's just say that the universe hates me and made me a dork. UNLESS; it is all a big coincedence. My grandmother was a author- A job that doesnt include much talking. MAYBE, her genes were transfered to my dad but never applied to him. He would need more than just a few genes to show some dorkiness. When my mother came, her dull lawyer instincts might have been mixed up with my dad's socially inept genes and resulted to me. If im correct, all the further family in the past we had has always been quiet but my mom. Since she's a lawyer, her personality is to be loud and talkative. If her talkative genes gets mixed up with my father's, it could probably spark up his silence and talk more. Since he isnt used to talking, maybe he-

I'm sorry, i like to get carried away with thinking. I was probably boring you to death.

Let's all just carry on with life now, shall we?

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I tightened my ponytail, running my fingers down till' the end of it after. For a 16-year old, i take my responsibilities far past the limitts. Some call me a 'geek' because of it. A geek is a person who knows and tells many boring facts about, well, everything. Geek's has a low sense of fashion, strange hobbies, and well- everything about geeks is just diffrent from normal.

I continue to stare at the reflection on the kitchen mirror. I see a girl with strawberry blonde hair pulled up to a ponytail that ends below her stomache, cactus-green eyes, a small slim face, bony arms and legs, black glasses.. me basically.

My black leggings fell down right on top of my ankles, and my cream-white striped long sleeved clung to me. I played with my fingers nervously, waiting for the bus to pick me up for the very first day of school. I stare at my undoubtedly long fingers, pale with no nail polish or ink-stain. I pull my fingers one by one, finger by finger, torturing them amidst my boredom.

Feeling a headache, i frantically loosen my ponytail, wanting to avoid a headache. Tucking a strand of loose hair behind my ear, i could feel the hair-tie slowly fall down. Tightening it again, i gently pull my hair up to my face and start snuggling it to my face. A small strand stuck itself in my nostril, tickling me with the most uncomfortable feeling. Dropping my hair, the strand falls along, tickling my nostril in the process. I let out a tiny sneeze, playing with my hair again after.

"Can you please stop playing with your hair?" 

I snap my attention at Jay, nodding quickly and throwing my hair at the back of me. I wrap my fingers together and sit them down on my lap, dropping my head down to stare at my some how intresting fingers in complete silence. 

"I asked you to stop playing with your hair. Not to give me a silence treatment," He snorts silently at my actions. I look up at him, giving him a small smile. His dirty blonde hair goes up to a quiff, and muscles slightly shows as he ruffled up my hair. I'd be lying if i say he isn't charming. As siblings, He and I are nothing alike. He's sporty, flirty, popular, and i'm Geeky, dorky, and non-popular. The only thing we have in common is our eyes. Our emerald green eyes.