Special. Unique. Gifted. Those are a few words I hate. Everyone says that every single person in this world has a purpose and has a talent, but I don’t think so. There is one person I know for sure that is not special or gifted; me, Amy Vanica. Yup, I know what some of you are thinking. I bet some people are thinking of the sappy quotes like, “Don’t give up! You can do it,” or things like, “Everyone is special. Amaze the world with what you can do!” I am sick of those, even to the point where I am disgusted.
I leaned on to the cool glass doors of the arts and music department in the school. I can’t believe I am here. My parents have dragged me over to this horrid place full of embarrassment, again! They always think I should get involved
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Alyssa seems to be one of those people who are just good at everything. She’s musically talented, athletic, artistic and even studious and smart.
I quickly turned away from her and put my hands in my pockets.
“Amy!” sing songed Mrs. Collins, “It’s your turn!”
I slowly walked toward the front of the room, my shoes shuffled across the rough carpet of the room. I clasped my hands together,they were cold as ice. Deep down somewhere in my heart I wanted to actually get a role. This story is an all time favorite of mine. Also, I want to get noticed, and acknowledged for the first time.
Mrs. Collins said, “Amy dear, please sing, ‘Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high. And the dreams that you dreamed of once in a lullaby. Someday I’ll wish upon a star and wake up where the clouds are far behind me. Where troubles melt like lemon drops, away above the chimney tops; that's where you’ll find me!’ with feelings that Dorothy would have felt that time.”
She cleared her throat and whispered dramatically,”Right now, you’re not Amy. You’re Dorothy from Kansas!”
I felt color and heat rising to my pale
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Special, the word I hated the most is now a word I love and what I am. I guess I always compared myself to others and I never looked deep into my simplest qualities. The things that make me special were always in me, but I just didn’t notice. It is similar to what happened with Dorothy. Dorothy was looking for a way to go back home, so she traveled all the way to the Emerald city. But, the key to going back home was with her since the beginning of her journey. The key was her ruby slippers. For both of us, the things we craved were right in front of our noses the whole time, but we never thought that it could be those things. But now I have found my own pair of ruby