granger {d3/cb1}

I’m not that smart.

And if it wasn’t for my parents and siblings, I wouldn’t know it.

For I never measured intellect with a number or letter, never considered that intelligence was strict to a certain standard.

But they started to ruffle my hair in a mocking manner, started speaking to me as if I was five instead of fifteen, and it took only one push too many to make me realize that I was not important. I figured for a while that I deserved it, that I was stupid enough to deserve it, that the freckles upon my skin counted higher than my IQ, and I only believed it because they said so.

Because they said so.

Because I believed those who had no idea what flourished in my mind.

Behind the lanky limbs and furrowed brows there were gears at work, a mind caught on what made the world tick, what made it turn.

It wasn’t only intellect, let me tell you.

Instead it was the creativity of a world painted in color rather than black and white, it was the beauty of a life lived for love rather than hate, and that’s what I decided I wanted to be. I never needed to be brilliant like my sister or witty like my brothers, because those things were not the only desirable traits in the world, despite their argument that this was the case. I needed nothing more than what I already has because the world was nothing more than checks and balances, and while they might be the former, I was most certainly the latter.

I am a balance of neutral good and evil, for I wanted to be nothing but a hero in a world which had none.

Maybe more intellect would’ve granted me that role.

Granger Jonbjandotter (it's a rave name can u tell)
Eighteen
District Three
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