A Note From The Main Character

I know how most stories go. A smart orphan is bullied in school and lives with his aunt or some foster family. He’s an outcast, has no friends, and sits alone when he eats lunch if, by some fortune, no one has taken his lunch money. Some incident happens,  and he is spirited away from the normal world.

      He joins some people to take out a bad guy and ends up in a position of peril. His plan to kill the final bad guy fails and he is placed in a magical prison of some sort. He thinks all hope is lost until something reminds him of why he needs to beat the bad guy and he saves the day. When he returns home, he is no longer bullied, has lots of friends, and is super rich.

      This is not one of those stories. For one, I am a girl. And no. I’m not the female sidekick who falls in love with the main character and I’m not the comic relief. I’m the main character. Me. Not some male orphan kid who thinks the world hates him until the incurring incident of the story. Me. Rachel Marie Tropp IV.

      I am 13 years old and have been the best student at my school for three years running. I’m not an orphan, and I live with my Mom, Dad, and my annoying 12-year-old Brother. My parents always favored my brother over me because he’s a boy, but beyond that, I don’t have a tragic backstory. 

      I’m not bullied and I have friends. I don’t meet a mysterious stranger from some other land, and I most certainly do not fall in love. I already said this wasn’t that kind of story.

      This is the type of story where a lot of people die. Bad people. People, the world is better off without. You may not agree with my assessment of who is bad and who is good, but no one dies without a reason. If you prefer it when good people die for no reason except the whims of a homicidal maniac, I suggest you find another book. 

      In every story, either bad people die or good people die. I think we know who won’t be missed.

      My definition of a bad person is a person who harms other people, either physically or emotionally, for their own gain.

While some people are worse than others, we’re never going to achieve world peace if we don’t get rid of every cruel or vicious person on this planet no matter how small their offense is. And that’s all I want. World peace. You probably want it too, but unlike me, are unwilling to take matters into your own hands.

      Some people may call me bad, but I’ve never harmed another person for personal gain. I’m just trying to make the world a better place, and don’t have the patience to let the police work things out. You’re welcome.