Prologue

Musings of a Wallflower

All these characters belong to Stephanie Myer not me bla bla bla...

We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love

Anonymous

I guess you could call me kind of a wallflower, an introverted one if you will. Hell I'd even go so far as to say I am invisible, but that does not mean I don't have a story. It doesn't mean I don't have passions, and it certainly does not mean that I do not have opinions. I strongly believe we wallflowers are a greatly misunderstood bunch. People automatically assume that simply because we choose not to speak, we obviously have nothing to say. Well I am here to tell you that is just not true. Perhaps it has not crossed your mind that we choose to keep our mouths shut because we do not have a sick desire to be the center of attention (like the rest of the adolescence of America). Perhaps we are are actually secure enough in ourselves not to be noticed simply by lowering our selves to immaturity. Or perhaps, we value the few friends we have enough not to suffer from a compulsive desire to gain more and more useless ones.

Of course these are merely my own musings, and as you can tell I might suffer from a great deal of bias on the matter. I must say, one common misconception about wallflowers is that we suffer from being horrifically "nerdy" or "geeky" and I must say with resounding passion that this is simply not true. I do not have a Star Wars figurine collection in my bed room, I do not enjoy unhealthy amounts of anime or manga, or whatever the hell it's called, and I do actually bathe and care about my appearance just as much as anyone else. I do not sit around and avoid getting involved with the school, and have done my share of embarrassing sports after school like everyone else. But maybe I am getting a bit long winded with my little rant? That is fair, so I shall not continue to bore you but with one last point.

The great tragedy of being a wallflower in the great and brutal world of high school is that we are severely over looked by the opposite sex. Indeed, romance is usually not a factor of our lives at all, and if it is, it winds up to be painfully one sided. If romance becomes present in our lives at all I am afraid we are doomed to the miserable life of unrequited love, which is possibly the single most painful, unexplainable, acute kind of pain that can be experienced. Because I simply refuse to lower myself to the tactics of short skirts, annoying laughs and soft touches (which I have observed to be the most useful tools when flirting) I am banished from the dating world, doomed to live a life alone, if not celibate, forever. But what can be done? Do I change myself for that damn boy? Do I change my wardrobe to something more revealing and start talking as though I am unintelligent? No. If Jared Dawyer doesn't notice me just the way I am, then I will just have to deal with the pain of graduating without ever having a prom date. Worse things have happened though...right?

Yay! So it begins. Please please review. It is important to me to hear back from my readers. I want you to know that this is totally not a normal Jared/Kim story, but it's not bizarre and out of cannon either. The character of Kim fascinates me, and it is important to me that I develop her has a character. I want this to read more like a book of her life then just a fan fiction about Jared, so don't expect them to be together in the first few chapters. Anyway that's really all. REVIEW!