I wish I was Beatrice Prior, the Divergent. Brave, fierce, unstoppable, unbreakable. She’s willing to save those people around her for the expense of her life. She’s a risk-taker. She’s a challenge herself, being able to betray her lover, usually putting herself into danger. But she’s quite vulnerable and fragile, with a lack of self control.
I wish I was Katniss Everdeen, a girl who lives in District 12 in the country of Panem. She loves her sister so much that she volunteered herself as a tribute in the annual Hunger Games. She’s rebellious, you can’t defy her. She has courage that makes her more powerful than the other tributes. She’s basically dangerous, the girl on fire.
I wish I was Anastasia Steele, the lover of Fifty Shades of fuckedupness, Christian Grey. A stubborn young lady with an innocent face. A jeans and sneakers type of girl who is so insecure about herself, well in fact, she’s a very attractive woman. She was driven by her own dreams when she met Christian Grey. She’s the epitome of a woman who can love a guy unconditionally. In spite of her lover’s flaws and imperfections, she still have the courage to fight for him.
I wish I was Clarissa Fray, a Shadowhunter. She’s beautiful like an art. She is portrayed as a stubborn little kid who is basically brave enough to face her own fate against demons and Downworlders. She’s an artist like her mother, she draws pictures to express her feelings. She’s sarcastic but a very compassionate person. She love her family and her friends. She’s a very good example of a good and loving daughter.
I wish I was Alaska Young, the bitch. She’s a girl every man would ask for. Beautiful, sexy, driven, smart, funny, but fucked-up. She’s wild and intimidating most of the times. She love books so much. She loves to do everything at her own pace. No one can stop her from what she wants.
I wish I was Margo Roth Spiegelman, a paper girl who lives in a Paper Town somewhere in Florida. She’s a mystery herself. A paradox, an enigma. She loves adventures and drama. She craves attention for her parents doesn’t bother to care about her. She’s popular at school and have a lot of friends. But no one knows who she really was. Everyone thought that she’s a self-contained woman, but what they don’t know is the fact that she also wants to be understood and loved.
I wish I was some fictional character. I wish I was one of them. I wish I’m created to have a happy ending with someone. But I’m not perfect like them. I’m usually shy and timid, i’m not a head-turner, no one won’t bother to take a second glance over me. I’m not perfect. There were times that I’m being too immature for my age. I love too much, I care too much. I’m moody as fuck and no one can’t cling to my moodiness. No one can understand me but myself. I’m not like one of them but I wish I am. I am just a human and all I wanted is to be understood.