Mikayla's POV
It was my birthday, my 15th Birthday. We thought it was funny, we thought. We made the biggest mistake of our lives. It wasn't funny. It was terrible
We Ran on to the road, thinking we would be alright, me and my ex-bff. A truck ca e plummeting down the road and i was knocked in to a coma for 3 months.
She isn't aloud near me anymore, sarah. "Bad influence" they said. My parents. Changed me into a goody two shoes.
They switched blonde for brown, Guitar for trumpet, contacts for glasses, hair ties to ribbons and heels to sneakers. I was different.
Instead of being popular, i changed in to the nerd. They changed me from the rebel to the quiet loner. And its not fun.
Im bullied everyday and beaten by my ex-boyfriend brad. Its hard for me because, i want to be who i was, but. Im not myself.
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Not Myself
Teen FictionIm Mikayla, kayla for short. My parents force me to be who i am. The goody-two shoes freak that plays the trumpet. I dont wanna be who i am right now. I could say, im not myself.....
