Average Girl

 

This caption is quite old, but I wasn't going to leave it sitting there unpublished forever (you can tell 'cause it's wholesome). I made a few edits that hopefully brought it up to standard.

Picture sauce: https://danbooru.donmai.us/posts/970573

 

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Ever since I was cursed to be a perfectly average girl, a lot of my life has been the same every day. Nothing out of the ordinary ever happens to me. I have no particular talents or skills. I never feel good, or bad, or different, on any particular day. I work a plain, acceptable job at the convenience store where nothing particularly good or bad ever happens, and I have no chance of anything better or worse.

I’m so happy to be at the summer festival this year. I love events, I go to all of them. I love them because the only time I can do anything special is when everyone else is also doing the same thing. I’m doing all the activities. I’m not great at goldfish scooping or the shooting games, I know that it's rigged and that I'll barely ever win, but winning and losing are both just as fun in my mind. And I don’t mind that I’m alone either. I can't form any close friendships with anyone, and I've lost my ability to fall in love, but getting to be a girl in peace makes me happy enough.

I spent the entire day getting ready. I wanted to pretty myself up and be the cutest girl at the festival, and I tried really hard to do my hair and find a good outfit. In the end I couldn't make it look any better, and I undid all the makeup and styling that I messed up on, but I enjoy blending in anyways. At least I'm still able to wear a nice yukata, though it's a cheap one from the department store, and it has a simple pattern. It’s fine, though. I guess it compliments my plain brown hair and brown eyes.

I bought another bag of takoyaki. I didn’t even realize that I've been only eating the same couple things here over and over again, but I don’t mind a lack of variety. My legs were starting to feel a little tired, so I’m sitting here in this quiet spot. I got some sparklers, I’m easily mesmerized by them. Really they shouldn’t be anything special, they all slowly burn away the same way before I inevitably drop them, but each spark is very slightly different and very pretty.

I’m so happy, I want to scream and jump for joy like a little girl. But on the outside, I bet I don't even look like I'm having fun. The way I am now, I’m only able to show emotions within a basic range, so the small smile on my face will be good enough for now.