ASTRID
(Sounding monotone, almost bored)
I guess I'm not what people class as...
normal. Most teenage girls grow their hair down to their thighs, stalk each
other's Instagram accounts, and bat their eyelashes at boys. The biological
male fascinates them, and they spend copious amounts of time trying to make
their existence known to them.
Not me. I'm completely different.
(Sighs)
So, there's this girl. Lucy. And, she's probably
straight. Wastedpotential. She's confident, gorgeous, outspoken... Anyway, I'm
more interested in her than I've ever been interested in any immature boy.
(Sarcastic)
But, what have I got going for me? Barely
anyone wants to be my friend, I have a history of being picked on by the local
bored conformists, and I dress like Tim Burton styled me for a film.
(Sounding reluctant)
Well, there is one girl who's okay. I mean,
she buys palm oil skincare products and goes to KFC, but what can you do? She
accepts me. Still, though, I'm not too... agreeable with the student body.
(A moment’s pause)
Daisie. A conservative background and
self-loathing don't make a good combination. More than anything, I kind of feel
sorry for her.
But that doesn't mean I enjoy getting
victimised for the way I live my life.
(Determined, strong)
My name's Astrid. And I'm gonna live it
anyway.
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