Ever heard of the saying, an ugly person stands next to an uglier person so that they’d look better? Yeah, I bet you have. Well, that wasn’t the case for me. I was just…me. Normal, average, boy next door. Nothing interesting about me. I was just there walking in the midst of my extraordinary family. Yeah, you heard me. Extraordinary. I came from the Colbert family. Probably one of the most athletic and well known family in my town of Alpine, Texas. My dad national MVP in his old college football team. My mother, champion kick-boxer in her old town, my brother, plays for the Dallas cowboys, and my sister, the head cheerleader on the Dallas Cowboys cheerleaders. Even once in a while, I’d see her on TV strutting her ass, while I pictured millions of ********* guy viewers watching her. I’d seeth in anger. But me? Me, Keith Colbert? I was not on any team and for that matter I was horrible at sports. I cant even kick a simple soccer ball into the goal right. Of, course, that worried my parents as soon as they saw that my lack of their genes were evident.
“Boy!” my dad used to bark at me. “I want you to give me 20 laps! You need to buff up for the next football season!!”
“But, dad! I **** football! I always get shoved or pushed!” I whined.
“Don’t make me bring out my paddle boy! Get to runnin!!” he’d yell and I’d obey.
That was how it was for my first couple of years in high school. I made the team once just because my brother was on it. But when Coach Gilbert realized I had no football skills whatsoever, I was gently let off the team. I cried in thanks to him. Although, my dad didn’t take it lightly. You see, while my family spent family time, throwing a basketball around in the backyard, I’d prefer it if I was alone in my room trying to find the limit of functions as X approaches a constant. Hard stuff. Calculus. I guess you can see the difference. I loved math. I loved the numbers involved in it and the way you can manipulate it to get different answers. Most people hated math….I breathed it. But my love for the numbers made me only strange to people. Not extraordinary. Even my moods were ordinary. I was always content. If I was angry, I would only stay that way for about 10 minutes then be over the whole situation. When I was sad, I’d be that way for a couple of seconds unless, it was really bad, then maybe for an hour and I’d be the normal optimist and find something else to waste my time with. Emotions were too much energy for me, so why not be content, where it required minimal emotion?
Even though, it seemed that I was pretty content with my life, deep down, in the darkest depths of my heart, I wished I was like my parents, my siblings. I see it like this, when you make something of yourself, you’ll die with your title. Like my family will, when they eventually die in my town. I didn’t want to die as the normal guy that lived his life average. My name would soon fade away. I wanted to stand out for once. When I’d see my brother dive in the air for a football, I’d wish, I had legs like him. When I saw my sister do her crazy double back flips herky’s I’d wish I had a little skirt like that. Hahaha. Just kidding. No, but I’d wish, that I had bravery to do something gutsy like that. In real life, I’d cringe and hit the floor if a ball even tried to come my way.
“Ey! Why don’t you freaking shut up!?” I heard Ryan yell at someone. That interrupted my thoughts abruptly reminding me I had class this morning. I picked myself up off my lumpy bed and trudged into my bathroom. I switched on the light and stared at my reflection in the mirror. My brown flop of curly hair tousled from sleeping. My amber eyes squinting at the bright light above me. Sighing at this terrifying sight, I turned on the water and splashed my face accidentally with hot water.
“ARRRRGHHHH!” I yelled and staggered backwards my back thumping against the bathroom wall. I grabbed blindly for my towel and wiped my face vigorously. I got back on my feet and turned off the steaming water cursing under my breath. After washing up in the bathroom, I walked into my closet and yanked out my clothes while simultaneously grabbing my literature and AP calculus book. It’ been a year now since I’ve graduated from high school, and I currently went to Manhattan College. I even lived in an apartment in New York. It was all a part of my scheme in my quest to become extraordinary. It was working pretty well too. When I first got accepted into Manhattan College, the whole school heard about it, and finally they turned their heads towards me, giving me high fives and slaps on the backs. I felt good, for about 2 hours then soon, I was old news and it was back to my sister pulling off some stunt during a school rally. Most of my school graduated then went straight to Sul Ross State University. It was almost like high school, just with dorms and more privileges. You’d see the same people, and the people would always know me. Kei

MAUS

6 Responses to “so im trying this again. should I keep going with this?”

1. BeautyBlitz on November 6th, 2009 11:36 pm

   The story then by all means keep going.

2. §weetie. on November 9th, 2009 9:23 pm

   Definitely keep going! (:

3. RunningBear on November 10th, 2009 1:41 am

   The tension in critique because you cant stop them on if you want to your readers are clever you cant stop them then yes carry on paper stop in answer to write to demonstrate the family background before anything happens your.

4. SubhanAllah:) on November 11th, 2009 3:38 am

   I like it:)

5. KK on November 12th, 2009 1:56 am

   The rampant spelling and grammar errors there to hook your reader agree with beautyblitz ordinary kid from an extraordinary family seriously overdone and just plain boring if you can spin it great otherwise this is.
   The rampant spelling and just plain boring if you can spin it great otherwise this is nothing intriguing that id continue to.
   An extraordinary family seriously overdone and just plain boring if you can spin it great otherwise this is nothing intriguing that id continue to hook your reader agree with beautyblitz ordinary kid from an extraordinary family seriously overdone and just plain boring.
   An extraordinary family seriously overdone and grammar errors there to read.

6. patticharron on November 12th, 2009 5:27 am

   Don’t post rough drafts. You are asking a lot when you request that people read and comment on your work. At least afford us the courtesy of posting polished prose. I for one am not reading anything that involves a struggle, as does what you’ve posted here.

   For the most part, I find that those posting this stuff are not looking for suggestions or advice, but rather are looking for heaps of praise from the Peanut Gallery, whose opinion isn’t worth two dead batteries out of a wireless mouse.