Difference, or Fame?

I do wonder what I had in mind when I named this chapter, a rather long time ago. But that's the fun in naming the chapters before you write them -- you can just make something up to fit the title.

What would you say is better: to be different, and known for your strangeness and unconventionality, or to be famous for being popular, the same as everybody else? Would you rather be the one who's pointed at for their strange clothes and hobbies, or the one who's seen to be the best, with their makeup and fashionable clothes, who likes shopping and boys?

(Obviously, this particular chapter is aimed at girls.)

I think I don't really need to say that I'm the one who's different. I'm the one who just hangs around looking strange until people notice me. I'm the one who's off dancing or playing the fiddle when my friends are at the cinema or in the shopping centre. And I'm definitely the one who's in the library at lunchtimes, getting her Protagonize hit.

But is this a bad thing? I don't know. I've had a few remarks and back in my first year at secondary school, people used to call me 'elfgirl'. But on the whole I'd much rather be weird, skint and have three close friends than me normal, rich and have a bunch of people who only like me because of what I look like, or whether it's 'cool' to be friends with me.

And I'll tell you one thing.

Normality is overrated.

The End

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