Hey Pal!
Hey Pal,
I was just scrolling through the bars of the online pen pals list and found out your name-Mystery. I found your name quite relatable hence I decided to send you a letter. Just as the norms of the website go, we can't disclose our personalities. Hence obeying it I'd go ahead. I'll share all my life structure with you transparently here cause right now I can't not trust anyone but an unknown.
Being just another person is not always looked by people. Everyone wants popularity, friends etc. My wish list also includes the same, but unfortunately my reality doesn't. I am a high school student. Not an A student but not even a failure. Somewhere in the middle. And that's where my whole life revolves. Everything is mediocre for me. I am the second child in the house and have a younger bother too. This snatches away all preference for me in my house. Never is a second child noticed in a family. Its always the eldest or youngest in the limelight. I can't complain here. My elder brother is a scholar and my younger sister is an gorgeous athlete. I am a not so bright looking average guy.
As we drag focus on the school, I bet that not even twenty people in my school know that I exist. I am just another pole in the ground, another occupied bench in the class and a corner seat in the canteen. I am an introvert and could never go ahead with a pleasant 'Hey!' or 'What's up buddy'.
I shifted cities all my life and found it devastating to leave the close ones. Gradually, all charm in me vanished in the vain and I remained as a single cookie. I came in the town of California in the beginning of high school.
The scenario of my life only consist of getting up, greeting parents, walking up to the torturous concentration camp popularly known as school and watch gorgeous butterflies fluttering their hair and tossing with their girlfriends- gigging and bitching, muscular guys playing soccer with zeal and jest and other nerds utterly engrossed in their hard covers. As if return home I find the place empty (as both my parents are working, brother studies abroad and sister is almost always out- effects of popularity) and I enter into the oceanic online world. This is the only gracious place that makes me feel worth and known.
Now, its high time. I think that I should get up, raise and live. Live for myself. Live with all enthusiasm and joy that I deserve. Who is bothered? No one. So, should I go ahead and do something that makes me happy? What do you think?
Maybe I can't make the whole of my life but at least save it from being rust. This was what was said to me by someone. Not someone, the only one who noticed me.
I am thankful to you for reading this letter and sparing out time to glance into my life.
Anonymous.
[A fictional creation.]