Briar Blake

Who am I?
All the people my age seem to be asking the question... so shouldn't I? Who am I??? Well my name is Briar... but what else is there to know? I am 16 years old but no no one cares how long the moss has been on the forest floor, it doesn't make it moss. I like to make words... but no one thinks that is cool anymore. I once put down on a sheet in kindergarten who I thought I was, but I am no longer that person (except I still like the color green and my favorite food will always be pizza). I was once happy in kindergarten I was actually kinda nice and people sorta liked me.
But today. Who am I? Well I have green hair, which some people think is cool. No one knows who I am, but when anyone talks about me they say, "You know, the chick with the green ends." Then the conversation moves on. I'm pretty short and people like to make fun of that. My clothes are weird, but not bland and that has saved me a few years on my life. My hands would be nice, except I have short fingernails because I'm a writer and apparently writers don't have those things... But this is all what I look like. Who am I?
On the inside I am nothing but a jumble of messed up and stupid ideas. Well intending people say, "Aw I'm sure your a great writer!" And to that I say, NEVER!! I am terrible. Everything about me. My personality is so dull and so are my interests. It's hard to talk about a book no one has ever read. But when that is the one thing you think about night and day it is pretty hard to talk about anything else.
See there are others like me. They wear dark makeup and are apart of the rock band cults... they don't wanna talk to me, the mushroom loving, green frog of the school. Aside from that, everyone is happy (Except for Ben Brooks who is the dirtiest kid in school who everyone hates... he's probably the one person who is keeping me from being the most unpopular person there. I tried to make friends with him once and he made it very clear he wanted nothing to do with me.). Everyone has their place and their people but me... I am alone.
Well?? Have I figured out who I am yet? Everyone seems to come up with an answer? It seems like it should be a positive thing, but all I can come up with are bad things. I guess I'll never be an angel or a pink-loving alien thing like the other girls, but at least things are quieter this way. No friends, no noise.
--Briar Blake No Friends, No Noise

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