Being Me

    It's the same every time. New place new me, It's become sort of a habit to me. I don't even remember who I really am anymore. My life has just become a role that a play that changes every now and then. I've been Lilia, Lillian, Lulu, Lil, I played the part of a cheerleader, jock, geek, artist, musician, and popular and much more. I've done everything except be myself. This has been going on way too long. I'm moving to Florida in a few days and I've never before there before. So I decided for the first time in my life I'm going to be me. Not all the people I have pretended to be. Now all I have to do is find myself.

 

            "Get up come on your going to be late on your last day of school!!!!!" my mom yells in my face trying to wake me up, she always just has to be on time. She makes it sound like I actually care oh thats write she doesn't know that I become a different person every time we move. But it's not like I would tell her that she would just lecture me and tell me that this is her job and she is committed to it blah blah blah I've heard it all. But forget that today is the day the last day. Thank god. I don't know how I'm going to make it through today. Here I'm the popular pretty girl with all the friends. I am never coming back here again.

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        " Oh my gawd Lilly I'm going to miss you so much you can't move!!!" my so called friend Cassie wails. My god this is not gonna be easy. Ya I think I will just play along. So I just nod my head and let the fake tears come down. 

       " I know I wish I could stay but my has her work thing " I choked between fake sobs. All of a sudden she perked up.

     " Oh and don't forget your goodbye party after school today it's gonna be ah-mazing" she exclaimed then turned and ran off. Wow she bounces back  fast.

    Well I made through school with a couple of fake tears and hugs. Now all I have to do is get through this party that there throwing for me. You know sometimes being "popular" isn't as fun as you think it is. Eh who am kidding it's a blast it just gets kinds annoying at times.

 I don't think this so called goodbye party is going to go so well. Last time someone threw me a goodbye it ende in a storm of tears. Not pretty. They wouln't let me go at all. I remeber when I was leaving they were clinging to my legs and wailing for me not to go. Never going back to Brooklyn that's for sure.