Daily Life of the Confused Teenager

Intro;

Intro;

She walks into school, with her head up, headphones in her ears and the music blaring. Nobody knows her, the real her, and everyday she wakes up, stares out her window and thinks, here we go again, another day; another day of walking into school, acting like everything is okay, and putting that smile on my face.

She gets out of bed, and checks her phone, and puts it back down on the table. She walks around her bed, and goes to the bathroom. She goes into the shower, washes her hair, and comes back out. As she stands infront of the mirror, and looks at herself, she has a straight face, dead-straight; no kissie faces, no backbreaker shots, and not checking out her hair and fixing her boobs, just a dead straight face. She turns away from the mirror, bends down, grabs her makeup, her hair straightner, and hair drier.

I better tell you this little girl, well, girl. This girl, the one that this whole story is about, her name is Rebecca. She's 14, never been kissed, only had one boyfriend (we'll get to that), and is absolutly crazy about a guy, that likes her too, but has a girlfriend. She's shorter than the other girls, she doesn't look anything like the other girls. She's not super thin. She's not got the gap between her theighs, and massive boobs. She's not got the expensive phone, the designer clothes, or anything like that.

She has curves, she has actual thighs, with slight muscle, and she doesn't have boobs to 'flaunt around' and let them hang out her shirt. She doesn't have a cell phone, she has an iPod, that she lives on, texts her friends, and whatever else. She buys clothes that she likes, not that anyone else tells her to buy, and she's fine like that. She's happy with her life, how it, was. Is. You couldn't understand her at first, everyone thought she was the weird one, she stood out from the crowd, but you know, SHE DIDN'T CARE. She was happy with herself, she actually was. Then, somehow, something happened, and she didn't tell anyone for a while, and then she found a site where she could just express her feelings, and just let everything go, like the winds breeze, just sweep everything off, tell every little bit of it, and then, she felt so free, and happy again.

So, I guess we better tell you this story, fully out, beginning to end, and I'm sorry if you get bored and you feel like this is dragging on, but this a girl's life, this is a young girl, and you're reading a story about her, her life. So sit back, make yourself comfortable, and get ready, to read.