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“Be yourself,” we grow up hearing – and yet when it comes to a school hallway setting, that’s easier said than done. This week’s Charlotte writer Annika Gruber offers her observations of her peers, noting the unhappiness of those attempting to conform to particular roles; she notices, too, the genuine cheer of an outcast student who has come to accept her personal quirks.

Wondering Why

By Annika Gruber, 14

Click below to hear Annika read her work.

[I] see the girl with the long brown hair walk down the halls, with a permanent smile plastered on her face. It looks natural, but I know that it isn’t – it’s forced. She’s pretending to be someone she’s not so that people will like her more.

I wonder why.

I see the boy with the jet-black hair bouncing a basketball down the hallway. He’s a good dribbler, but I know he doesn’t really like sports – he likes science. He pretends not to though, so that he might get noticed more.

I wonder why.

I see the girl with the tinted glasses skipping and twirling down the hallway. Most people give her a strange look as she passes by. I smile at her and she smiles back. It’s not a fake smile. She’s happy and at ease, not trying to hide anything about her vibrant personality.

Everyone else must wonder why.