And the rest of my life at school was terrible. I wanted to die when my mother made me try out for cheer leading. But the question is, why would you make your daughter do something you know she doesn't enjoy. That's what I never understood.
When you're a parent, you should get to know them. Become like best friends. Encourage them to do what they love. Not to make them do things. Get them to try things. Not force them to embarrass themselves.
Anyway, back on the topic. I remembered that day like you remember to wear clothes everyday.... hopefully you remember to wear clothes everyday... Wednesday, October 5, 2008 4:15 p.m. Exact. I had on my little gray sweat pants and a pink flower shirt. My curly blonde hair was in a pony tail and I had my favorite shoes on, my sketchers.
When I was doing a high kick (or whatever they're called) I fell on my butt. My shoes untied, my hair falling out of the pony. It was weird and stupid how everybody made fun of me when I was only being human in their little perfect world of fantasy.
While my "little perfect world of fantasy" was trying to hide away from humanity. As the years went on, I was only bullied more. On the internet and at school. And it wasn't all because of the tryouts. IT was when I had my first boyfriend. He was sweet. Notice how I said was sweet. We would hold hands and all that weird confusing love stuff, but then rumors came around the school.
Everyday I couldn't wait to get back home because of my fellow peers. I was stressed out because of everybody, because I didn't know what would happened next. I cared too much about what people thought about me. I was worried about the smallest of things and became wary. But then...
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Horror(COMPLETED) Just when she thought things couldn't get any worse, everything came tumbling down on her. When Lainna's friends drag her into playing an Ouija board with them, she wished it never happened. She started getting haunted by unknown and...
