Façade

Author's Note: I chose the theme of trying to fit in for a good cause.  I wanted to show an example for society, others, and self through the theme of this essay.  

Why try to fit in if you were born to stand out?  If everyone was the same the world would be a tedious place.  Be different.  Be spontaneous.  Be you.  Be the sore thumb that got hammered by a heavy mallet a couple of times.  Be the sole bird that flies the opposite direction of all the others, because it hasn’t any idea it’s winter.  Remember that you’re braver than you believe, stronger then you seem, and smarter than you think.  Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius, and it’s better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely uninteresting. 

                A new name, a different city, a fresh beginning.  Hiding under the hood of a sweatshirt, trying to blend into the crowds.  Being somebody who you aren’t.  Faking an identity.  Throwing everything you once treasured into the scorching flames, that have eaten away your memories time after time again.  Remembrance of who you once were and who you have recently become.  This was the ritual of John Smith, from the book I am Number Four.  Sheltered by lies, concealed by appearance, and drowned in secrets.  These secrets were sworn upon, for they would reveal the extraterrestrial myths to be existent.  With glowing palms, telepathic powers, and speed faster than a racecar, John Smith spent his life hidden from the outside world.  For he knew that if he were to be exposed his cover would be blown, once again.   John knew he had to survive, not for himself, but for the defense of the planet he originated, and for the sake of the society on planet Earth.  Deep inside, he knew that the fate of Lorien was in the palm of his hand.    

                 Lives depend on the mistakes, regrets and decisions of the ancestry of the ancient tribal legends.  Destiny and prosperity had been passed through the ancestral tree, and had been left in the hands of Edward Cullen from Twilight and,  and his siblings.  The belief and trust now altered with each of his decisions.  Throughout time, rituals distorted, clans shifted, and mysteries were hidden.  Although much changed, the overall desire was still intact.  This deep craving was a gruesome thirst, not only for power, but for blood.  When this nomadic vampire coven arrives in Forks, their secret must be concealed; for Edward Cullen this is an unattainable task, as he falls into a dark romance with mortal, Bella Swan.  Edward has a supernatural gift for reading people's minds.  From the first time he met Bella, he was immediately attracted to her because her thoughts were unreadable.  Since Edward's transformation into a vampire, he had never fallen in love nor believed that he needed to. He later realized that his existence was completely pointless and hollow. Yet in Bella he finds compassion, affection, acceptance and care.  Letting his feelings take advantage of him, he lets his guard down.  Allowing her to see past his pale face and into his profound, bottomless soul.  Protecting Bella, concealing his emotions, realizing life is more than hiding in the shadows.  Finding that Bella’s security was up to him, he knew was her only force field.  

                Panic and terror danced up her spine, leaving her breathless, gasping for words.  She gazed down at the crumpled paper, her sweating hands jittering with terror.  It was her turn to face the truth.  Stacy Brown knew she didn’t have enough time to change her fate.  But she did know that she would have to soon face what was in store for her. Stacey uses her Wiccan religion to enhance her natural abilities in order to investigate crimes, disappearances, or issues that arise in her daily life.  The menacing nightmares, the brutal murders on campus, the eerie notes that piece together the mystery.  Frightened, Stacy couldn’t take the dread any longer.  For the past month she had been just another face in the halls.  Her colorful personality fading away to grey, as her once bold smile was transforming to a frown.  Her friends slipping away one by one, but it was for the better.  Protecting herself from the harmful outside world was the only way to stay alive, murder was the option that she chose not to think about.  Feeling all alone, Dreading to hide away for another endless day, sinking into the grasp of her darkest nightmares.  Knowing what the future held….agony aching with every passing minute.  Facing problems on her own because death was nothing to be reckoned with.  There was only one option left…to be brave and stand up for herself.  Facing her fears was like jumping off a cliff into the grip of despair.  Guarding herself.  Being her own best friend.  Realizing the facts.  Riddling the clues.  Solving the mystery.