{Louis' s P.O.V}
Reputation; Rep·u·ta·tion: The estimation in witch a person or thing is held, especially by the community or public generally.
"Reputation is the thing that can make or beak you." Most people would agree with that statement. I bet if you were to ask ten people off the street, over half of them would agree.
Today, our society labels people by the way they look or the mistakes in the past.
For example, a man's walking down the side walk. He's 5'9, has jet black gelled back hair, a warm smile, and welcoming eyes. He's carrying a sophisticated briefcase and is in a business mans suit. Society would treat this man with respect and loyalty. But do they know who he truly is? Sure, they know he has young daughter, Gretta. A cute, energetic, little five year old. Always wears a Disney princess dress, plastic Disney heals, has her hair up in two pigtails, and carries a coloring book around with her where ever she goes. But why is her cheek always red, and her eyes near crying? Because that same respectful man, abuses this child everyday.
Another example, another man is sitting on the curb. His face look different from the rest of us, it looks burned and scared. His hair is over grown, his cloths are torn and have cinder littered on it. Society would treat this man as if he were a monster. Do they know his story? No, all they see is a street "bum". When really they should be thanking this hero, for a few years back he had fought in the war. But his dream of returning to the war came to an end when he saved a poor child from a house fire.
Sure my story isn't about beating a child, or saving a life. It's just about me. Louis Tomlinson.
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I remember a time not to long ago when people didn't look at me with fear in there eyes, didn't try to avoid me when ever possible, didn't stammer and avoid eye contact when speaking to me, didn't treat me like a monster.
I used to be one of them. One of the people who'd hide from the bully with all the tattoos and piercings, hide from the bully who went to the big parties and slept with all the sluts, hide from the bully who beat up all the "nerds". Now I'm the bully.
Trust me, I'm not proud of who I've become. And if I could take back the night when I made that one mistake and got this whole reputation I would.
