I soared across the water as if my feet had wings, as if I were a God.  The wind in my face felt refreshing and I was free to fly.  I edged to the right over the jet stream to the smoother part of the water.  I bent down and felt the water pass between my fingertips. I stood up and let the tension on the rope blast me so I was parallel with the boat.  Then I edged back to the center jet stream lunging over the choppy waves created by the boat. 

Only when my muscles ached and my back felt sore did I wave my hand and drop the handle letting myself sink into the water.  I guess I wasn’t God after all.  He could walk on water, couldn’t he?

When I was back on board, we soared across Lake Placid in Benji’s boat, spending quite enough time laughing and drinking and having a great time.  It felt good to be out and about with friends.  It was the first time I had since my parents had taken off.  My friend Benji is definitely the Alpha Dog if there was one in our group.  He always has something to say, stupid or not, he says it.  Kyle is his little lapdog.  Sorry, Kyle but you are.  Shera and Rachel are the blonde harem girls that are around to look good in bikini’s.  J  Branden is the most attractive one in our group and knows it.  He flaunts it all the time by wearing basically nothing.  Last night he tried to be all funny by prancing around in a speedo.  Heh.. it was funny.  And me, I’m the comic relief.  The one who says dumb things to get a laugh.

 I like being the comic relief because everyone loves some dumbass cracking jokes.  You know what they don’t like.  People don’t like an intellect.  No one likes people who use bigger words than them or acts smarter or even if they don’t act smarter just knowing that they are, makes people think that they are stuck up or whatever people think.

So, needless to say, I hate being smart.  It’s like a curse, you know.  It’s like being the best singer in the world.  You would think that everyone would be obsessed with your voice if you were the best singer in the world but I think that not everyone would love your voice, and it would suck too.  I mean, you have this amazing talent but then there would be some people who thought you were just being a show off.  You’d probably feel bad even in church when you want to just let loose and worship God but then everyone would turn around and say “What a lovely voice you have.” Etc…  Yes, ask Shera about that.  Everyone either loves her or thinks she’s a show off.  It really makes her feel bad that people think she’s showing off all the time when she just really enjoys singing.  She can’t help it that she sounds good while she does.  As for me, I’m not going to let myself be scrutinized for being smart, so I won’t be smart or act smart.  That would just separate me in a world were segregation means you’re an outcast.  You can either not conform or follow the flock.  The nonconformers are the smart ones but then again, they get made fun of.  Besides, nobody needs a smartie pants.