The Wimpy Kid decides to LIVE

I was once a wimpy kid, once, because, now, I can be called a wimpy young adult. And for that, I have found this story interesting.

Once there was a wimpy kid who wears braces, green ones, and he’s got green eye contacts, too. It’s not that hard to tell that he’ll suck for green stuff, literally. It has been his fascination to collect green things and allow them to merely rot in his closet. Anyhow, it’s not his collection that we are to talk about.

He’s typically like everyone else, except that, duh, the title says it loud; he’s a wimp, a wimpy wimp. You’ll see him bruised one day, and the next, see him bruised again, this time on the other side, most of the time on the opposite of the first one. He’s practically clumsy, not to mention fragile too.

One day he was telling his classmates stories when he suddenly sneezed and then came those nasty stuffs off his nose. After that day, he was, the green man. I just don’t know though if that day has a direct relation to his obsession now with greeny green stuffs, meaning things and toys and gadgets, ah you know the drill.

Now, back to the green man, err, the wimpy kid. He’s been so wimpy that before he graduate and went one more level up the hierarchy of being doomed in schools too stupid to understand his nature, he made the biggest mistake of his life. We went telling the whole world what he feels – making him the most laughed at little dude. Such a shame, I just can’t understand why he did that.

Anyhow, he grew a bit, enough for him to go to junior high, which to his misfortune is even wilder that the world he once knew inside the intermediate school. Thus, he expected to be humiliated even more.

But to his surprise, he was not. Thanks to his organization, EKIDS, meaning the E, elite kids, meaning it’s where the brainiacs and the overly street smart convene, where the loudest and the calmest are friends, where the socialites are with the scholars and where every mice can seek his lungga. It’s the place to be at Arellano Dy Ng Uy School of Excellence and magis+. And for quite sometime, he was able to pick up the pieces of his own self, shattered by the many tragedies that came and the much laughter that made him loose bits of his braces off into the air of self pity and emoism (emoism, is a new word coined by the world renowned BRENTipedia, FYI) so to cut the story short, the wimpy kid has grown better…

He was able to again trust people, the fear of being abused has gone and the many stories he wished not to share has slowly been overwritten by the many good ones he was able to make…

But one day he just died, hit in the heart, he died…
The reason?
… to be continued.