Ariel, Girl
Let me get this out of the way first: it’s Air-E-ul, not Ari-ELLE or whatever sort of inflection you want to put on it. Perhaps the former doesn’t sound as melodic as the latter, but it’s my name, and that’s the way it is.
Some people think at first I’m a boy. Usually this is because they’ve never seen me before but instead have been on the receiving end of my (cutting? hopefully) comments, but sometimes this occurs to my face. Regardless, I don’t blame them. I’m certainly not the typical girly girl; no, instead I’m the typical ASIAN girl, an entirely different breed. (The typicality of the following characteristics may be argued, but following the author’s personal experience they prove quite.)
I don’t wear skirts. I get queasy at the thought of a B. I like anime. I worry constantly about my future. I have a very limited social life, ’social life’ used loosely. I play the violin. I smile when I don’t mean it. I keep spartan quarters. I’m always under pressure from my parents. I read a lot, draw some. I’m not sporty.
…Wow. This is boring. Okay, really, it all boils down to this: I wear black, I like to pretend I’m emo, and I’m a master at self-deprecation, but if that doesn’t work out, your belittlement will work just fine. If you have no idea what I’m talking about, think Christina from Grey’s Anatomy. I only wish I was that cool.
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