Roxy

lit. assignment- write an essay about what you would name your autobiography and why

Searching through the crevices of my mind I think of all the names I’ve ever been called or created over the 16 years of my life. It? No, I don’t want to be thought of as a psych-killer clown. I then turn to one of my own creations, Roxy. It’s perfect.

Although Roxy has nothing to do with my real name, it’s become a nickname of sorts. Many people laugh at it, not understanding the meaning or importance of the name.

“And Roxy you’re on….Andrew’s team” said my world history teacher. The entire classroom turned, looking around for the owner of hte name with murmers of ‘who’s Roxy?’ and ‘who?’ ‘Do you have the wrong class?’ “No” she replied, “It’s Miranda’s nickname.”

I still remember all the stares, burning into me, then the sudden laughter. “Roxy?!” So? What’s wrong with the name, I remember thinking. I felt myself getting mad and ready to snap at the next person who laughed. Definatly the Roxy in me coming out.”It’s my nickname. Get over it.” I said and everyone quickly stopped laughing.

Though they didn’t understand the meaning of Roxy, I did. I created her years ago. Roxy was my best friend. I had always wanted to be the rebellious teenager who liked dark colors and Metallica. The opposite of how I had been. Instead of a sister, I wanted a twin brother. instead of Cs, she made As and Bs. She had everything I didn’t. Roxy represents who I want to be if I had the chance and at the same time, who I am.

I think Roxy would be a good title for my autobiography. Over hte past few years my character had helped me. When I’m in a bad mood, people now call me Roxy. When I’m upset or depressed I find myself thinking what would she do. Yet I finally realized, it’s not me doing what she would. Roxy is me. She does what I do.