Prologue: The "Weird" Girl

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Something Bad

By: Sophie Anna

Prologue: The “Weird” Girl

Over the course of life, a vast range of different people are met; some bad, some good. Do you remember when you were younger, maybe eight or nine, or even ten, and you knew that “weird girl”? There was one girl that you defined as being “weird.” Maybe she had an obsession with horses, read too much, wrote in a diary, always carried around a specific stuffed animal, treated her cat like it was her best friend, read comic books, was too smart for her own good, liked the color black, talked to boys like it was “normal,” had strange hair, or liked to draw—she was “weird.”

       Sometimes, the “weird” girl had a friend. Sometimes, the friend and she shared a passion. Sometimes, the friend was equally as “weird.” Sometimes, the friend was also an outcast. Sometimes, the friend felt bad for the “weird” girl. And sometimes, the friend was Piper Kent.

       Piper Kent was the “weird” girl’s friend. Though, she didn’t fit the stereotypes, no matter how hard she tried. She had long, wavy, blonde hair that was always in a neat, perfect ponytail, held back by a headband each and everyday. Her eyes resembled that of the color of the ocean, and when people saw her, their instant reaction was, “She’s going to be beautiful when she grows up.” She wore the right clothes, acted as friendly as could be to everyone, and yet, her best friend was the “weird” girl.

       One wouldn’t expect the two’s relationship to ever survive, but it did. They met when they were fetuses; mere glimmers of anticipation in their mothers’ eyes. Due to their mothers’ close relationship with one another, they were bound to be friends since before birth.

       Their mothers knew the two girls would be destined for friendship, but when a complication was thrown in, who knew what adding another child to the mix would do? Piper’s mother found out she was having twins. Piper was going to have a brother—Preston, her male equivalent.

       Preston was the athlete. Practically since birth, if he saw a ball, he would somehow manage to get his hands on it. His peers respected him, his reputation being that of the light-humored, friendly boy with the twin sister. His looks mirrored his sister’s, the similarities exceeding all expectations of what their parents had hoped for. Though his sister and he were fraternal, with the same hair color and matching, crystal eyes, they could’ve been identical. He was a normal boy with an addiction to sports, and yet, his best friend and partner in crime was the “weird” girl.

       Piper and Preston could’ve ended their friendship with the “weird” girl the minute they realized she was different than everyone around them, but they didn’t. They stuck by her. Through the unicorn phase, to the bullies in middle school, they were her support structure. She trusted them, and they trusted her. Even when she went through her dark, gloomy, rebellious stage, they remained by her side.

       It was good that she had Piper and Preston with her. People looked at her as the outcast that she was. She didn’t get invited to birthday parties of her peers when she was younger because she was “weird.” It hurt, but Piper and Preston were always there to assure her that the frostings on the cakes didn’t even taste that good.

       Sometimes, the “weird” girl was only acting how she knew, based on her parents. Sometimes, her parents were “overly” religious. Sometimes, her parents were nature “freaks.” Sometimes, her parents had obsessions with organic, natural foods, and didn’t let her eat anything with a grain of sugar in it. Sometimes, her parents were workout “nuts.” And sometimes, her parents were Elle and Nick Ross.

       Elle and Nick. They grew up together. They had the perfect life: private school educations, money, opportunities, and they loved each other. One was a doctor, one a lawyer. Both had dark chocolate hair, and a need to aspire to be better than the average. They each had an inner motivation to push themselves beyond the extreme. One loved to ski; the other preferred a good book. They were living life just fine, until a curveball was thrown in: Olivia Ross, their “weird” daughter.

       One would expect Nick and Elle to have the “perfect” daughter. Easy on the eyes, a genius, athletic, sweet, polite, outgoing, and clever—everything Nick and Elle were, mashed into one person. Unfortunately for them, that was not the case. They were graced with the “weird” girl. The clumsy girl who had a B average in school. The girl who couldn’t focus for very long and daydreamt too much. The girl who didn’t care what others thought of her, and had many imperfections. They were stuck with me.

       I was that girl. The girl whose braids were a frizzy mess, always out of place. The girl who looked like a walking example of what not to wear. The girl who never matched her socks. The girl who was socially awkward and barely spoke. The girl who had a passion for art and writing. The girl who miraculously put her shoes on the right feet…on a good day. The girl who was smart but didn’t open up. I was the “weird” girl.

       Up until about ninth grade, I was considered the “weird” girl. My only friends were Piper and Preston. Words rarely came out of my mouth, though I got judged based on the questions that would randomly tumble out during school. When playing dodge ball in gym class, I was always the last kid picked. I never connected with the people around me, and then, things changed. I changed.

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