Hyper Squad Productions

No one should stop you from doing what you want to do, believing in yourself to be the one and only YOU- is what I live by. It doesn’t matter if someone insulted your ideas, you don’t see eye-to-eye, move on, climb higher, and strut your stuff! Humans are all the same in my eyes, we each have are own little planets- some are able to see into the other worlds that are formed in the deep depths of our consciousness, our IMAGINATION.

 And only a select few hold onto those dreams and tell others them. These people become artists and writers, musicians and actresses. These people create WORLDS for others to experience and enrich our lives. These people are my idols.

I walked outside of school feeling the breeze against my knees- I was wearing a plaid skirt- the 1st time I had worn this outfit in public, and I was embarrassed to heck about it.

My character wears a suit-like ensemble and has pink hair though at the time my wig had not arrived. I walked over to the benches, put down my backpack then cantered into the sunlight to catch some rays and call my dad. “At the beep please leave a message BEEP” I sighed and told my dad to pick my up then closed my cell phone, when I turned around two boys had taken my seat and pushed my backpack to the very edge- ‘great…’ I thought to myself as I walked over and grabbed my backpack- saving it from a unfortunate accident that would have spilled my books everywhere- and zipped it up before asking “I was sitting there, could you scoot over?” there was plenty of room if they moved closer…

The 2 boys gawked at me, looked at each other then one of them asked “do you go to school here?” like I was a freak. “Yep!” I retorted pleasantly and flashed my school ID that was plainly visible dangling around my neck, they moved to the side and I took my seat back. “Why are you dressed like that?” I looked down at myself, the plaid skirt and leggings, a white dress shirt and black suit, red tie and a red cross in my hair- really I did seem from a different world in the eyes of any normal American. “It’s a costume- the choir had free dress today” I replied then looked at them the other one spoke up- he spoke like he was up to something, ugh I detest brats “what grade are you in” again I held up my ID the blue ring around my picture signifying I was and 8th grader, and told them just that “what house” another question sprang now I was a TAD annoyed. “Why are you asking me all these questions? It feels like I’m being…. (I paused to think of a word,)  “We are not anything …no,” one of the brats choked out, and I cut him off, “… interrogated” the word I was groping for, ‘jeez they thought I thought they were checking me out’ I smiled to myself. This was amusing. 

“Besides, isn’t it proper to tell about yourself before asking about other people?” I calmly said, quoting one of the Japanese T.V. shows I had just watched, they stammered out there names witch I can’t recall now, I’m going to go with Larry and Bob- and revealed they were 6th graders and not from C house. I replied with my name, “Haley Willis, C house” at this point ‘Larry’ had to leave, I continued my conversation with ‘Bob’ “anime is Japanese, like Naruto” he nodded and admitted he had watched it, and I went on to explain why I was dressed up as Amu from Shugo Chara, and showed him a picture of her, sooner or later he had to leave, my father had called saying he would be late, and I sat there for a while. It was interesting, I had just educated that boy about my favorite hobby and pastime, even though it was probable he would never think of it again, or watch Shugo Chara, I had shown him my point of view and I felt happy, instead of leaving me alone when I said “it’s a costume” Bob had maybe wanted to know, and it was wrong to just label them as brats, maybe I had started someone else’s way of thinking to change, but I would never know…

I smiled as I got into my fathers car but kept my adventure to myself. Instead talking about the reactions all my classmates gave about the “crazy cat girl” as I was dubbed last year and pondered some more. I had made a friend, well not really, but sort of, with someone who wasn’t my type of person, I had expanded my world, and it left this strange feeling, from that point on I had explained myself to anyone who asked even the smallest of questions, I showed that I was out of the ordinary and unique, and made new friends with people who I would have never approached before- and learned about those people in return.

I never saw Bob or Larry again, even If I did I don’t remember there faces, I imagine if I did talk to them again Bob at least would say something intelligent about anime, I could hope. And I dreamed of a day where more people understood my world. And dreamed, like usual of the strange worlds I had read about in Japanese manga.