Ashley

Sure, it is peaceful and stuff, but is there true equality on this planet? No. But that was something that everyone knew would happen when all the rules and stuff were set up. It was the same when humans waged war against one another and a peace treaty was set up. Nothing much has changed from then. They did say that they are in a peace treaty, but that didn't mean that werewolves didn't look at humans as if they were their mortal enemies; that didn't mean that the humans looked at werewolves with disgust; that didn't mean that elves stopped hating on everyone and so on and so forth.

Convenience; that's where everything stopped. Nothing other than that. It sucked, but it was better than nothing. But even though we can talk about the majority sentiment like this, it doesn't mean that everyone thought that way. There were people who tried their best to mingle with the other species—work related or not. Mostly, it was the new generation who were trying their best in doing that. Like, more workplaces were all species friendly and as time passed, more and more vibrant people were seen hanging out with each other. It reached to a point where they could say that they reached a halfway point of what would be expected if someone were to mention equality.

Most of it went quite fine and dandy, but one thing that still remained slightly strained was the dating practices between species. Once it was found that the people of different species could have sex with each other and have kids, it was thought that everyone would jump straight into it. But people really couldn't get into it. However, it had to be said that the world of dating expanded to a point that no one could've expected…. Yet, there was someone who just couldn't meet their match.

And that person would be me. I'm Ashley. People call me Ash, lazy bum, asshole, nosy bitch and all the things in between that. No, I'm not saying that I'm anything like that, but it's just that people tend to misunderstand my intentions when I do something… Anything. I don't why that is the case, but that's just how things worked for me and it sucked.

Like, how would you feel if you were made to look like a high and pompous bitch on your first day of high school just because you are socially awkward? Yea, that happened to me and it sucked. I had to spend the rest of my high school years around actual high and pompous girls just so that I don't get totally avoided. And it's not like I hate them, but come on! It's not like I have fun picking on the girls who had their eyes set on the most beautiful guy. It's not like I'm anywhere near his standard! So, why go through the trouble of doing something like that?

However, it wasn't like I would have anyone to converse with if I left the clique, so I spent the better part of my high school as a sidekick to them. And you know what pisses me off? Even though we were all trashed by the majority of the class together, the other girls managed to find boyfriends and girlfriends, while I remained single. While they get to go to the prom with their dates, not even the ones who didn't bring a date wanted to go to prom with me. You know how humiliating it is to bring your father to prom to dance with you? That was when I wished I had a brother or something. And you wanna know what's even more humiliating than that? It is when your totally single and quite good looking father leaves you on the dance floor all alone so that he could hit on the sexy teacher who's around his age. It got so bad that one of the female teachers asked me to dance with them out of pity. Prom was the worst.

But, if you think that was worse, then my college life would sound like hell to you. I was ignored. Totally ignored. Like, I used all my skills and experience under the tutelage of the pompous kids to make an image of myself, but somehow I managed to stray people away from me. Anyone who came near me backed off just as quickly as they came by.

The practicals were the ones that sucked the most. At least, I had people to talk to when I had the practicals in high school. But seeing people paired up with each other talking random shit, really made my heart ache. Like, I just couldn't handle it no matter how hard I tried. I wasn't someone who finds peace when I'm left alone. I find peace when I get to talk about shit to people that I trust; the people that I can confide in. But it seemed that it wouldn't be possible in such a setting. Shit got to a point that I even asked my father to let me drop out, but he pressured me into completing the course and since it was something that I actually liked, I decided to heed his bad advice. Anyhow, after one point, it seemed as if I got quite good at being alone. Other than the occasional jealousy and aching heart when I saw people hanging out and dating other people, it all went fine. So, I graduated with minor hitches, but I got to where I wanted to get. Being self sufficient!

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