Weekly Blog Post

     I was sitting on the train on my way home when I saw Bill. Bill always flaunted his fit physique like he was better than everybody else, but to me it wasn't that impressive. I mean anybody can get in shape if they really wanted to, a few push-ups and crunches here and there; eating a salad every now and then it's not that hard. I don't even know why he cares about his stupid fitness so much since he's only in high school. In the middle of my rant about Bill and his ridiculous love of fitness, the train violently came to sudden stop.

Two guns for biceps and abs of steel; I was yet again in someone else's shoes. I dug my hands through the large pockets of the gray sweatpants I had on and grabbed the iPhone. Right before I turned it on, I saw Bill's reflection on the black 3.5 inch screen. This reflection of Bill conveyed the deepest sense of somberness I've ever seen. The train that Bill had been waiting for pulls into the station, and he takes a vacant window seat. Stop by stop, Bill sat in loneliness as people wholeheartedly avoided sitting next to him and his melancholy soul. This didn't bother him; for he was accustomed to being alone. However as a group of jocks entered the train with bad intentions, Bill began to feel uneasy. The malicious clique zeroed in on their target; an obese boy who ironically enough was eating a Twinkie. They started rolling insults at the defenseless kid and Bill became infuriated...

The train began to move again, and as I sat down I realized that I was smaller now. I wasn't wearing worn out running shoes, large sweatpants, or any fitted shirts; I was back inside of my own body and I couldn't be happier. I know my life isn't perfect, but after seeing some of the unforgettably life-scarring events of my peers; I'm more than okay with being April Gray.