Randy Carter was a normal, healthy boy. At least, that was how everyone referred to him, his parents, his teachers, everybody whoever had cause to comment on him. It was how they had always described him for as long as Randy could recall: normal and healthy.
It took Randy several years to catch on to the fact that everyone discussed him 111' these terms because there was not much else to say about him. He was not dull, but, on the other hand, he was not outstandingly bright, either. He was not dynamically homely, but he did not stand out in a crowd. His face was pleasant enough, with comfortable, even features, but he would never be picked out as handsome. In short, Randy Carter was what everybody said he was: normal and healthy. That was his problem.
Randy sat on the edge of ms bed, gazing into the full length mirror on the closet door. He sighed as he regarded his reflection glumly. It sat looking back at him, a totally nondescript hunk of teenage humanity.