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Finding Me, and all the bumps along the way
Megan;s trying to find herself. and berts making it harder
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Don’t you hate those people who pretend to be something they’re not just to fit in?! I do more than anything in the world. They always seem so fake, that’s probably because they are. I’m one of those people; I can’t even look at myself sometimes. But it’s to late to change now. I’m in grade 12 and have been pretending to be someone I’m not for the past however many years of school there are.
My name is Megan and I’ve lived in Jersey all my life. I’ve also had the same group of friends my whole life. I’ve never liked them, its just our parents are all friends so I’ve grown up with them.
I’m what you would call a preppy popular girl. The girl who goes out with the football captain, and is only seen in labelled clothing. You wear a generic brand and you may as well have given them a loaded gun with you name on it. Make up must be worn on all occasions, unless you want to be bitched about behind you’re back.
For the past three years I’ve sat in the same spot. A group of least than innocent (although that’s what most teachers and parents are lead to believe) they are mostly backstabbing sluts that will do anything to be popular. The leader of this posse is a bitch called Lyn-z, a self-confident, unreliable, backstabbing, well like I said bitch. She was about my height with long black, ratty hair, her nose pierced, preppy shit clothes, always pink, slutty looking make-up.
As I’ve already stated, I hate these people, its just they are the only people I know. And plus its much easier to have them as your friends then your enemies.
My name is Megan and I’ve lived in Jersey all my life. I’ve also had the same group of friends my whole life. I’ve never liked them, its just our parents are all friends so I’ve grown up with them.
I’m what you would call a preppy popular girl. The girl who goes out with the football captain, and is only seen in labelled clothing. You wear a generic brand and you may as well have given them a loaded gun with you name on it. Make up must be worn on all occasions, unless you want to be bitched about behind you’re back.
For the past three years I’ve sat in the same spot. A group of least than innocent (although that’s what most teachers and parents are lead to believe) they are mostly backstabbing sluts that will do anything to be popular. The leader of this posse is a bitch called Lyn-z, a self-confident, unreliable, backstabbing, well like I said bitch. She was about my height with long black, ratty hair, her nose pierced, preppy shit clothes, always pink, slutty looking make-up.
As I’ve already stated, I hate these people, its just they are the only people I know. And plus its much easier to have them as your friends then your enemies.
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