Labels. In a truly stereotypical world everyone has one. They could be labelled as a popular, a jock, a joker, an outcast, a nerd,a troublemaker, a prep or a big dreamer, if in a stereotypical world each person would fit into one and only one of these labels and would only ever hang out with their label. At my school there are those who fit into one of the labels and then there are those who fit into more than one. The label breakers as I call them, an example may be a person who is popular and smart. There are those that fit into more than two labels. Like me I am a big dreamer, a nerd and an outcast. And when I say I'm a big dreamer I don't mean fame or world peace. I mean I dream of a world where labels don't define us a world where we could do what we pleased and not worry about what people would think a world where there was no stereotypes. 

I looked around, all that surrounded was wide open space. Due to my label being an "outcast" I had zero friends. So instead I spent my time intrigued by my imagination. Afraid of defying my stereotypical school I wander around indulging in the only safe place I had. I was just finishing my favourite book, Divergent, when I heard the faint sound of a bell ringing in the distance. At stereotypical schools like mine it was normal to find people like me scattered all over the place. As I slowly made my way back from my favourite place, an old tree with a bench swing I sighed.