If You Really Knew Me. . .A Story by Beth Emma"If you're lucky enough to be different, never change."If you really knew me, you'd know I may always have a smile on my face, but it's almost always a lie. I act tough when really I'm dying inside. I have haters for being myself. I hate my new school, but I don't miss my old school. I thought it would be a new expereince, a brand new start but instead I have a school full of plastic Barbie dolls who wear the same Abercrombie skirt with the same Hollister shirt and the same bedazzled ballet flats everyday. it doesn't stop me though from wearing neon skinny jeans, band tee shirts, and converses. While most girls cheerlead (if that's a word..I'm not much of a word wizard.) or dance, or play soccer, I skateboard. I have no athletic ability in my body and I'm not afraid to admit that. I hate gym class because it just an excuse for everyone to stare at me while I'm on minute 10 running the mile when you have kids that finish in under 5 minutes. I HATE Jersey Shore with a passion. Italians are now divided into 2 types; REAL Italians & Fake Mexican Spray Tanning "Guidos/ettes". All my best friends are guys, I have no close girl friends. No joke. I'm honestly a nerd. I'm one of those people where I'm just naturally smart, why me? Just kidding it's funny when people say "You're so smart..you look so dumb though!" It brings me entertainment. I have ADD, no joke. I don't know if you noticed but my attention span isn't very large so I go from topic to topic. What can ya do about it though? I hate my apperance. I'm one of the shortest people you will ever meet at age 13. I'm a very petite person. I'm not afraid to tell people how much I weight because it's just a number. 114.114.114.114. I used to be so bothered by this number, but now it no longer bothers me. I have a fast metabolism so it appears like I weigh like 70, but I'm normal inside. I HATE HATE HATE HAAAAAATE with a passion when people make fun of people because of their weight. I know a girl that's 197 pounds and is 14. What of it. It's HER body. If anything you should be worried for this girl like I am. That's not healthy. Making fun of them won't make you a better person, so what's the point? In conclusion, I hate the world, the world hates me. Now you really know me. . .what of it. © 2010 Beth EmmaAuthor's Note
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