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I am unique. I am stubborn. I am intelligent. These are all things that I am. However, there are some things I am not. I am not defined by my appearance. I am not someone who follows the crowd. I am not defined by what someone tells me I should be.
I have found that people are intimidated by intelligence. They don’t like the idea of there being someone out there who knows more than they do. Bookworms and intelligent individuals often become the outcasts in society because people envy their brain. People react to intelligence in a number of ways. They mock it, deny it, or ignore it. Sometimes it is hard to deal with, but I am not defined by what someone tells me I should be, and neither are you. Do not be offended by these people.
“Traveling. it leaves you speechless, then turns you into a storyteller.” – IBN Battuta
Some Boys by Patty Blount is probably one of the best stories I have ever read. It features amazing in-depth characters struggling with an issue that has presented itself in our society. The plot line is amazing. I was drawn to this book because a friend was reading it, and the cover is fabulous. Seriously, a big thumbs up on the cover art.
Grace: I’m starting with Grace, because she is the best character I’ve met in a while. She is raped by this golden boy, Zac, and the whole school, even the teachers, are against her. Instead of running away from it all, she does something incredible. She stands her ground, and fights. Grace is so determined to make people hear her, to make them believe her. She is inspiring. I love everything about her, from her wardrobe to her attitude.
Ian: Ian seems to get trapped in the middle of all this. He has feelings for Grace, but can’t admit them without “betraying” his buddy Zac. As he suffers from a concussion, he pulled between the sides of right and wrong. Grace tries to make him believe her, but Ian feels loyal to Zac, despite Grace’s accusations against him. Ian has a lot of internal conflicts, but it really adds to the depth of his character.
Zac: Zac is a douche and a rapist. No further explanation here. Don’t like this guy.
The plot to this book is mind-blowing. Grace was raped by Zac, the school’s golden boy. He even posts a nasty video of her online. Though Grace persistently tries to get people to see the truth, everyone takes his side. Students, teachers, even her father blames her instead of Zac. Ian, one of Zac’s friends starts falling for Grace and gets caught in the midst of this. He realizes he is going to have to choose. I won’t spoil the ending, you’ll have to read it for yourself. Trust me, it’s definitely worth it.
Stop running from life. There are so many moments left unseen, while you sprint towards the finish line.You’re running as fast as you can, hoping to find something better on the other side.
Stop telling people to shut up. There is an army of unheard opinions lying in the shadows. One day they will revolutionize the world. Those who now stand in the background are just waiting for their turn to rule the world.
Stop focusing on money. Money may feed us, but it doesn’t buy the things we truly crave. Even a billionaire can’t buy true love and happiness.
Learn the value of an education. Intelligence and wisdom will bring many to opportunities to your door step. It’s amazing how people will respect you if you have valued opinions on a subject.
Learn the difference between equality and equity. We really don’t want to turn the land of the free into a communist state, but, people, you are pushing it in that direction. Every one is born different. Why is that a bad thing?
Learn that beauty is not defined by physical appearances. How you are seen should not be determined by the size of clothes you buy, or how much make up you wear. Beauty is a characteristic of the soul.
“I can’t think of any better representation of beauty than someone who is unafraid to be herself.” – Emma Stone
Please, stop and learn.
“Normality is a paved road: It’s comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow.” – Vincent van Gogh
“She was BEAUTIFUL, but not like those girls in the magazines. She was beautiful, for the way she thought. She was beautiful, for the SPARKLE in her eyes when she talked about something she loved. She was beautiful, for her ability to make other people smile, even if she was sad. No, she wasn’t beautiful for something as temporary as […]
“I have a confession,” she said, staring at him over a copy of The Illiad. He was busy scouring a bookshelf for another copy since she wasn’t much for sharing. She studied him intently as his ambitiously bright eyes scanned the rows of books.
“Huh?” He was lost in his own world of leather book covers and musty pages.
“I said, I have a confession.” Her manicured nails tapped against the book impatiently.
“And what is it?” He asked as he returned to the table triumphantly holding what was probably the last copy of The Illiad left in the library.
“You,” her voice wavered for a moment. “You make me feel,” she said a little more fiercely. “And I don’t like it. I want it to stop. Now.”
“I’m afraid that’s not gonna happen.” He watched as she tried to hide behind the book, away from the feelings she so despised. He knew how difficult that was for her.
“Why?” Her cold grey eyes, usually devoid of any emotion, now looked up at him with curiosity.
“Because,” he stated in a matter of fact way. “You make me feel too, and now we’re both stuck feeling. Together.”
“I never stood a chance, did I?” He watched as her eyes left his gaze. That beautiful, strong woman he held so close to his heart, couldn’t even look at him now. The pain and guilt flooded back at once, and he found himself holding back tears.
She shifted her weight, peering down at her favorite pair of combat boots. “That’s the sad part,” she murmured, hiding her own grief. “You did once.”
He stood there, staring at her while people bustled past on the busy sidewalk. Seeing her like this, upset and broken, was a special kind of torture. Knowing he could have stopped what happened, knowing he could have prevented her from feeling this way – it killed him. There was nothing he could do now. She blamed him for what happened, just as he blamed himself. “I guess this is good-bye then.”
“Yea,”she said, praying he wouldn’t see the tears on her face. “It is.”