Lust is real. Love is corny. God, did you know you make me so horny? [COMPLETED]

Just One Step, One Breath, One Change.

6 letters. 1 word. Many Meanings. Take a guess?

Moving. 

Life for me, well. It's pretty easy. I'm a smart girl, mostly a straight A student. Most people don't realize this though. You see, growing up, I slowly came to the conclusion that people base others on there:
1] Looks.
2] Personality.
3] Click.
4] Wealth.
And 5] you're scale from 1-10 rating on 'Party Animals Of The Week'. 

Lucky for me, I ditched the glasses showing off my heterochromia eyes. Heterochromia is basically when you're genes in your DNA or some sh!t is f*cked up causing you to have two different coloured eyes. Long story Short. 

Luckily for me, my eyes are just slightly different. Green. Ones a grey/green, while ones just pure Hazel. Not many people notice the difference. I'm glad. One thing I've noticed about high school is that the more different you are,  people tend to not like you.

3 words to describe my hair? 
Long. Brown. Straight.
My hair  is naturally straight. Luckily for me, that's from my lovely mother, Maria's genes. It's a normal brown, with a golden tint to it. It's long. About a little past my mid back. 

I don't know if you get it or not. Normal is what I aim for. Difference is what I crave for.
The twist?
There is none.
I'm your normal, average, semi-popular teenager in school. Not a slut, yet not a virgin.
Not the head-prep, yet not way below her.
I was known.
That's all I needed.
To be known.  

Hello, My name is Mystery Brookelle James. Formally known as Brookelle. I am 17 years young, and well .. Welcome to my life.