"Write about a character who feels like an outcast." (This is an example on how it would go, I will hopefully start a full short story tomorrow, with an even better prompt.)

        Tears streaked down my face as I fled into the forest. I was fast, yes, but my asthma soon caught up to me. I breathed heavily as I slowed down, heaving for air. I wouldn't let it stop me from walking, as my thoughts jumbled around aimlessly. Another tear fell swiftly from my eye as the past events played on my mind. Weakness, the thought merely past my mind while I quickly stopped the tears from falling. I wiped off my face, not even having to look at my face to know that I had bloodshot eyes from crying, but my bright blue eyes still shining.

        I kept on walking, irritated with the world. My parents were dead, no not like dead dead. They were dead inside. There whole life circled around popularity and electronics. So did most of others, but mine certainly didn't. I wasn't planning to have my eyes glued to a screen for the rest of my life, nor focusing solely on beauty. I didn't know what I wanted to do exactly, but that was certainly not it. I wasn't going to be one of those peppy cheerleaders always putting on a smile, giggling at every single thing someone said. It wasn't who I was.

        I was the nerdy girl who sometimes wore large glasses. The girl who wasn't the prettiest. The girl who loved books, and loved to fangirl. I was the one not caring what others thought of me, but today was different. My parents wanted me too be more social, so I thought I could try it for them. They asked what I liked to do in my free time, I said read and listen to music. Wrong answer, obviously. They laughed in my face. My parents joined in. It was actually my parents who called me the outcast. I was known as the girl who was socially awkward, was amazing at art, and hated electronics. Or, for short, the outcast.

        I sighed as my heart went down to normal pace. I calmed myself down, and headed back towards so called 'home.'

        I walked inside the cream colored house, glaring at my parents as I marched around the corner to a set of stairs that led up to my room. "Don't glare at us young lady!" My mom warned, her voice sharp like a knife. I ignored her, and ran up the stairs in a rush. Once I got up, my feet walked on the soft, white carpet which led into my room. My queen size bed laid near the window with light blue curtains. I chose an indigo color for my walls, with a black wolf painting, that I did myself. I smiled, as I stood near my white door, staring at the painting.

        I painted it on my wall for a reason. The wolf resembled me, I felt like the rogue, while everyone else had a pack, somewhere they belonged. Although, the one thing I learned from being alone so much, was that you should never depend on anyone. Because even your shadow leaves you in the darkness.

        "So I was talking in our little council meeting today." My mom spoke up from behind. My heart practically leaped out of my chest as I jumped, quickly stopping myself from screaming. "Jeez, you scared the crap out of me.." I said wide eyed. My mom kept a straight face, being her usual emotionless self. "As I was saying, in my meeting I talked in for the council, we talked about you." I gaped at her confinement. Not many people even knew my name, how could I be the talk of the freaking council?! "We decided that you could be given a second chance. We could change you boring, dull, brown hair into something... Extravagant. For example, a blazing red, and maybe change your blue eyes to green. Change your clothing and get you contacts of course. And your hobbies of reading need to go. But if we do that, we could say you were just hiding your true self. We would think of something. But wouldn't it be just fabulous?" My mom grinned, her long, straight golden hair shimmered. I looked at her blue eyes that matched mine with the same intensity.

        How dare she ask me to change my whole personality and looks to be in one of there 'groups'? "No." I said, harsher than I intended. "Excuse me?" She asked astounded. "You heard me. You are not going to change everything about me to become more actively social, or whatever you all call it! How dare you even call yourself a mom for saying those absurd things? You think that once you give me a chance to change my popularity that I would jump on the idea? Well not if it takes changing my whole self!" I said angrily. Each word I spoke came out more harsh than the next. Her blue eyes squinted at me in disgust. "Whatever." She replied, storming down the stairs in a huff.

        I wasn't going to act like someone else just for other people. I would rather be a loner and be able to be who I wanted to be. I knew others were waiting for me to break, so was I. It was soon, and i need a miracle for me to not break down from loneliness or something similar to that. The thing was, we didn't have miracles. Sometimes we got second chances. Except I just declined my second chance.

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Thanks for reading this short story! Sorry if you don't like this one... It's really late... My next one will be even better so stay tuned! Thanks! Please vote and comment!