I I love reading and studying. People at my school call me a freak because of it. Does it bother me? No, not at all. I hate people—I hate the teenage girls who only care about showing more skin and how many boys they’ve kissed or dated. I hate the teenage boys, too; they only care about how many girls they’ve slept with. Everyone now looks the same, dresses the same, does their makeup the same, and talks the same. It feels like people are losing their identities, and anyone who is a little different is called a “freak,” “nerd,” or “loser.” So, I guess I love being a freak