• Atticus' History •

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You'd think me, with my long hair and nice clothes, would be stuck-up like the popular kids ? Nope ! I didn't like those girls. They were always mean and.. just think they ruled the entire world. I was the girl who studied often and played foot-ball ! Yep ! I was a tom-boy. Nothing too bad there in my opinion. Everyone ( girls mostly ) would bother me and tell me I looked dumb with my nerdy glasses and messy hair. Didn't bug me.. not really at least.. although sometimes it hurt my feelings but other then that I was good. I never liked those girls anyway.. well haha. That was before I found out girls were my type.. other then that though. I always got straight A's yet.. I was also always dirty. Not that way stupid, as in dirty with dirt. Yep- I rolled around and played in the dirt. It was fun to roll around and romp in it.. but my mother said otherwise. Alwas lecturing me while she brushed out my hair after a shower.. " Ladies do not play in the dirt and do gross things like play with their food ! " or " Why not ever paint your nails or go shopping with me ? " never would I go shopping or let her get near my nails ! I was a tom-boy and tom-boys didn't allow any of that.

Now, with my dirt addiction, I loved to dig up bugs as well. My parents always found something in my pockets ! Whether it was a small beetle or black spider it was something ! Bugs were always.. rad and cool y'know ? We think we know all about them but we know only five percent about the Insecta specimen ! They were just too cool to ignore. How could I not go roll in the dirt and ignore that shiny beetle ? I couldn't ! So I always explored things with bugs when I got the chance.. something I would never back down from.

Something else as a childhood.. I was teased. Not for anything average either.. it was because I played and hung out with the boys, loved dirt, always had a bug with me.. and sure, an average because of my glasses. They would always call me " four-eyes " and stuff.. and god, it went deep. I developed a large hate to my glasses for awhile because of these names.. but after awhile of the teasings and someone speaking to me ( my mother ) I realized, my glasses made me someone of difference. My love for bugs made me different ! So I just laughed at their faces when they called me names and said, " Good one ! Yet I already heard that.. got something else up your sleeves ? " and they soon became dumbfounded and shut their yaps.. after all. I turn into a bat in the day without my glasses I kid you not ! But. yeah. Some cold-shoulders to the haters and they were gone for good !

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I for sure was a strange teenager. My first year of high school was a quiet and simple year. I almost never spoke because I was worried that my middle school bullies would target me once more. The next year is when I started to move into my 'crazed' phase. I started to actually put effort into styling in my hair… but not in the best of ways. I cut it pretty short, and poofed it out I dyed the tips purple, and brought one of the sides over my eye. It blurred by vision pretty badly, put I ignored it and put up with it. I also got rid of my glasses for a while, I thought they seemed "stupid", but eventually, I realized that they were extremely necessary and that I was almost as blind as a bat with out them. I noticed a lot of the kids smoking and drinking, minus the fact that they were underaged. I always felt like I was pressured to make myself fit in with all of these kids. So, I started to drink and smoke, and boy… did it ruin my life entirely. Now, I stay far far far away from that stuff.

Oh boy, I sure was a wreck as a teenager. Once I was three years into the school year, I basically manipulated the school and all of its students. I was a maniac. I was the most well known person at the school. If one mentioned my name, they would run. It felt nice sometimes, feeling like I could control anything, do whatever I want and not be yelled at, hell, the principle was afraid of me. On the other hand… it got… pretty… lonely. No one was my friend, and no one wanted to hang out with me. I tried to make friends my last year, but everyone stayed away from me. I remember once going up to a little freshman, a girl with short brown hair and dark brown eyes that wore thick glasses. I had a large grin on my face and I said hello. He looked up with me with frightened eyes, and with out a word, she dashed and ran as far as she could. It was a lonely time for me, but eventually, I grew back out of this phase.

Though, this was an important year that developed who I am to this very day. I got all of my piercings as a teen, and to this day, I still love them with all my heart. Each piercing holds a story. I remember when I got the cross piercing, two guys out side of the shop got into a huge fist fight, and one guy's head got smashed into the window of the store and then fell limp. The other guy was arrested, but eh, it was cool… in a way… hm.

I also had a strange addiction to bubble gum as a teenager. I think this obsession led to my loudness in a way. I would constantly pop my gum, and I had to learn to talk loud enough so that I could chew and talk at the same time in a non-annoying way. I think from there, I just never got out of that phase, and have just stuck with it.

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Life always has an odd way of changing us. For me, it was after I was teen. When a teen, I was beyond weird and I had dyed my hair. Yet I grew out of that when I got older. I started to change. I wanted as many friends as I could have. Many found me annoying, but that never stopped me from being a complete social butterfly. I also wanted to be different, unique and that one plumie you could never forget. I had bleached my hair back and created a braid that goes across my forehead. I wanted my own style, so I was gonna create my own style. I grew a secret passion for rap. I wanted to be happy all the time and make others happy. These goals are what changed me as I became an adult. I learned many things about myself also. I was happy about the changes that happened. I created many friends, even though many find me annoying, but none the less, friends!
Most of my friends are ones I created years back. My newest friend was one I met at a café. Somebody I helped out because I wanted to. I was in a happy mood. At first, she seemed cocky and everything, but that never stopped me from wanting to be her friend. Alazne. The one person I am to have met. Like the rest of my friends, she is dear to me. I love my friends. I love hanging out with them. I also love being myself. I am not ashamed of myself. I never will be. I am very proud to be who I am. Yet my friends loved to tease me about one thing. My flirting skills. I can be a big flirt if somebody catches my interests and I am an amazing flirt! I think my friends are jealous. Oh well. It’s hard to expect when you are an adult. I mean, even now, I always find something new that is happening.
Anyways, I have a long life to live, and I am gonna live life to the fullest. Not is a party addict sort of way, but completing the goals I set up for myself to make my life better every day! Today, I play my guitar. Something I do every day to hone my skills. I don’t care if I’m bad, at least I try! Alazne gives me the most trouble with teasing about my guitar skills. Yet I always come up with some funny retort about her being an art geek. She would just laugh. I would laugh to. As mentioned before, I love rap. Every night, I listen to rap. I make sure nobody is around, and I just listen. I also do rap a bit myself, but I prefer to sit and listen to the songs. I have a bunch of rap cds hidden in my room. I can’t let my friends know about my secret passion. It’s a secret. So far, my only problem is Alanze. I think she is catching on. She does get rather close to my secret rap stash when searching around out of boredom. Yet that won’t stop me from keeping it a secret. This is one secret I want to keep.
This is my life so far, and I can’t wait to write down more of what will happen later on. Maybe, just maybe, something really amazing will happen in the near future. Maybe. I know something will happen. Something always happens. I push forward because I want to see the world, the stares, and just about everything in the world.