Chronicles of My Sophomore Year.

Sure, I have tons of "friends", I mean half of them are more like FFriends, meaning FAKEfriends. Honestly, I talk to over 75% of the student body. So I know for a fact that no one is "real," and the ones that claim to be are probably the fakest. We all talk shit about people that we promise to be friends with, we all screw people over in some way, or another, to get where we wanna go, and everyone lies; those are just the realities of this life we live in.

Now don't think I'm a huge pessimist, I realize that there is a lot of good in the world, and I acknowledge it all of the time, and I am beyond optimistic, but not stupid, so I look at the whole picture; black & white, grey, and a splash of neon lights.

These are only half of the things that I wished I had figured out before I felt that my sophomore year in high school was going to be amazing. But I think I'm getting ahead of myself again.

I should rewind and start from the begining of when things started to take a turn for the worst.

~~~~~~~~~

Hey, guys!

My name is Lekcee, I'm 15 years old, I live in a well-known suburb in Texas.

I'm in band & soccer.

I hope you guys enjoy reading my story, this is my first one on here. C:

lekcee jay<$$$