#thought abt adding Ouma in here

[shsl-writer]

Irumota: “Luminary of the Stars” and “Gorgeous Girl Genius.” Everyone thinks I’m dumb because of the way I speak. Every word out of my mouth is a shout, I have to remind people that I’m here. I live and breath my talent, science is my lifeblood. No one knows anything about my interests when I mention them and no one cares. I always sound defensive because behind this false confidence I am crumbling. I have to be helpful. I have to be useful. I don’t know who I am when I’m not holding up or helping others. I always act like I’m the best but genuine compliments leave me shaking. I’m loud and annoying and brash, a headache in the making. Everyone rolls their eyes when I talk whether I’m right or not. I’m expected to help others and give everything I have to aid them with little thanks in return. No one seems to notice that I’m crumbling under this weight I’m carrying, or maybe they just don’t care, as long as I can keep holding them all up. I’ll work myself to the bone for them all anyway. I’ll push myself to my very limits, until something in me snaps.