all the sinners crawl // sampson

I have concluded after many days of thought that people really do read a book by it's cover. That goes for many things I have observed. The medifore and actual statement have proven itself prositive. I really started thinking about this many days ago when I was at the public library doing research for my 'report.' I was actually snooping, but that's no the point. The point was I noticed people would pick a book of it's shelf, look at the cover and walk away with it. They didn't even bother to read what was inside that book. The picture was pretty so they took it all for themselves. Then I began to notice it was more common then I thought. The more I walked around the library the more I saw people do that. At 10 o'clock am I sat myself down in an armchair at the library to read my new find ( I actually read a little bit already because I am no hypocryt.) and by 1 o'clock in the afternoon I wasn't one page farther then I was when I started. Why you may ask? It was because it finally occured to me that I really despised the whole, "Don't judge a book by it's cover" medifore. It really did bother me more then it should.

After that failed read attempt at the library, I started to begin to notice it was more then what I anically though. Who ever came up with that saying really ment for it to be used even deeper then the library. Not only was it used for books it was used for people too. Not everyone was who they seemed. Sometimes the most boring looking book, or person in this case, could be one of the best. And it could be the other way around sadly. The most beautiful cover could sometimes lead to the worst book that was ever written. I could find examples of these if you wish. One of the best reads I have ever picked up was one about a girl falling down a rabbit hole. It was always passed by and collecting dust because no on bothers to look past its worn cover and read the richs and wisdom it had inside. If you wanted I could name a few people in my school like that. Another example of my mind would be the book that started all this thinking. I have picked it up once because I liked the deilcate girl and flowers adorned on the front cover but once you actually read the book you wanted to close it because it was like your eye balls were being poked out. I am no exagerating, it was a bad book. Sadly, I knew a girl just like this book. Actually, I was very close to her. This girl like this book was me.

Yes, it did infact take me quite awhile to admit that I wasn't like my favorite book, but rather my least favourite. I found myself sitting on a bench outside the park, just thumbing threw a book but not actually reading it. I was thinking. I was just like that horrible eye bleeding book. I was pretty and delicate like those flowers on the cover of that book. People were attracted to the prettier things in life. I was just like this book, even though the book wasn't living. My personality on the outside was sweet and charming whcih made everyone urn to read the book, or in my case, be my friend. But once you truley saw inside me, you wanted to throw it away. I wasn't like that girl you saw on the cover was I? I was no angel. Maybe I was a demon. Was that possible? Because my cunning and sly nature seemed to fit the nature of a demon, not an angel. Of course, I couldn't help but be who I am. So I was determined to hid that demon up inside me and let only the cover show. I was kind of like a secret journal. As much as you wanted to get inside, there was a lock that was the gateway between knowing and guessing.

So after all this thinking that took me quite some time I realized that that saying wasn't just for books. It was directed towards people too. People like me. And it took me that long to accept that I really wasn't the angel Ma wanted me to be, or Pa expedcted me no be. No, I was Angel Vegara, the demon. And once I accepted that, I was unstopable. I close the book I was trying to read with a dramatic clap before I picked myself up off the bench in the park. I was going to fool people, just like I always did. But deep down inside I was hoping being the angel would rubb off on me. I read a saying once that if you fake it long enough it would be more real then you thought. I wasn't sure who wrote that and why I was basicing my on goings on the wack job but I was going to anyways. I deviously smile to myself, Watch out District 4, you don't know what you have coming for you.

And what was I planning on doing you ask? Sit and wait around for someone to come along and for me to act dumb. Because that's what I do best.