Stereotypes: A Short Story

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I was there when unicorns walked the earth. With their beautiful manes shining day or night. I was there when the Hunger Games were a real thing, the fighting, the violence. I was there, sitting in my room reading a book. With every page, word, sentence, the book took me places that I couldn't have imagined by my own. I am a bookworm, I'm an introvert, I always look at the good side of situations or people. Since I was a young child I had always been shy and quiet. I always stayed on the low, trying not to call attention to myself. I wasn't loud back then and not today either. My low voice also compliments that I'm an introvert. I've gotten made fun by that but it doesn't bother me, I'll project my voice when it's needed. I would rather