Wanting to fit in...

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Waking up from a coma isn't all its made out to be in those teen fiction books and movies.

It felt as if I was asleep all along and I had no idea what to make of the dream I had.  In no part of it did I appear, it was if I was reminiscing on someone else's life and man did it freak me the f@*k out.

I didn't have the energy or the courage to talk about it with the therapist ,my mom, Theresa, hired for me,in fear that she'd send me on the next flight out to cookoo town and bad things happened there.

I had no idea who Joanna Smith was, but she was everything I wasn't ,exterior wise.
She was pretty and I found myself in the cute potato category.
Not saying that for attention but it is a know fact,
I found it baffling as I had nothing in common with Theresa besides the brown eyes, she was 5'6  and I was stuck at 5'2 since the 8th grade.

She was extremely tan while I was somewhat or rather extremely pale, I had brown hair while hers was a dirty blonde.
I often found myself wondering if I was adopted or stolen as a baby.

I wasn't allowed to go back to school unless I was given the go to from my therapist and in order for that to happen I would have to tell her everything, which I obviously wasn't gonna do.

Waking up from a coma isn't what we had to discuss, what put me in a coma was the problem and I was forced to never speak of it and I couldn't even if I tried.  

If you asked my friends, I was quiet when I had to be and outspoken if need be.

Ask my mother and she say Ann? , such an angel, does what she's told.

Ask my stepfather and he wouldn't even reply.

Dare to approach my crush and he'd ask if I was that potato that stares at him.

Ask me and I'd say I don't know cause no ones really does who I am, who Ann Shawn wa

Sorry for the late haaaa extremely late update..
And it's short ik buh im lazy and bear with me, the story change will clear up later on I hope.