"To soon the world comes shattering leaving us scarred and alone."-Unknown
My name is Peyton Sophia Rain Morganson. I am seventeen. I am not pretty. I am not smart. I am not strong. I am not brave. I am not bold. I am not courageous. And as I have been told over and over again, I will amount to nothing. I am average. Around 5'7 with dull blue-gray eyes and limp brown hair. I am not skinny but I am not all overly heavy. Some people fill others heads with lies to gain either trust, love, or friendship. This is the life I have been living. But before I hit you with the heavy let me tell you the story of how it really happened. It will be twisted and horrible with hatred and disgust a promise. My story is like many others nothing unique except different names, different people, and different places. And different problems. I don't get a happily ever after. I live in Dallas, Texas with my two brothers and sister.
My oldest brothers name is Travis. He twenty one and all our legal guardian. He's a police officer. And he has brown hair and blue-gray eyes like me. But that is where our similarities end. He is muscled from working out most days. And is approximately 6'1. He has a girlfriend and her name is Spring.
Then there is my other brother Conner. He is nineteen and a voluntary fireman. He also has brown hair but with gray eyes and is 5'11. He is fresh from high school and is enrolling in University of Houston to study law.
Finally there my sister Laney. Who is eighteen and a senior in high school. She is a plastic barbie with a capital B. Blonde hair, big butt, big boobs, and blue eyes. Which are also fake. She is the definition of fake. I should know because I submitted her picture to the dictionary for the word FAKE. Hey don't judge it seemed like a good idea at the time.
I was considered a popular before I woke up and finally saw myself. My story ends with a bang that I can promise you.

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Betrayed
Non-FictionBetrayal Reality was what I needed Fantasy was what I was living Joy was always there Hatred was never Betrayal Life hit me in the face Death is so close yet so far Friends were what I thought I had Enemies were what I knew I had Betrayal It woke me...