Our Messed Up Lives {Rewrite}

Our Messed Up Lives-By Isabella Bruno

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Note from writer:

Hello people, this is “Our Messed Up Lives” that I have revamped and may be taking down the other one rather soon. The preface of the story is still the same. This is a story that talks about teenage issues that may have been faced in everyday life, but mainly about high school life and how it is hard to survive just for being different. I must warn you the story will evolve:

Slight Violence, Sexuality, Slight Drug Reference, Character Death and some bad language.  

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Preface

Their messed up lives....

Walking down the empty school halls. The place we all spend seven hours of our life just trying to learn the art of survival for the real world a head.

High school is one scary place to be.

We go in excepting it to be all happy and easy. But to tell you the truth, we all know it never really is. Walking down the school halls it is pretty easy to see that every person knows there place. In the first few weeks you are labelled, in ever high schools there are jocks and the cheerleaders, the geeks and the nerds...you get the gist  of it.

Every single person has their very own story to tell in high school, it is only just that you seem to get lost in a crowd and once you are in one it is hard to get out of it. You are given a label that you wear all the time, then after a while you start believing that is who you really are meant to be, the meaning of your entire life and you stay devoted to it.

But occasionally you have that  person who is strong enough to rip off their label and  scream from the top of their lungs, “

THIS IS WHO I AM, NO ONE CAN JUDGE ME!”

we have seen something like this one time or another.

But sadly no matter how strong that person is, someone would always try to bring them back down to earth with a great big crash, hoping it would knock some sense in to them.  As you can tell people like order and hate anyone who dares try to break that order. They are the weak ones who seem to be the stronger ones to back someone down into a corner.

High school is full of stories to be told. Each person has a story to tell...

one person strong is more dramatic than the other. Some of the stories are unlucky enough to take centre stage so the whole world can see it. That turns many people’s worlds upside down.

We are teenagers, a time in which we are growing, a time in which we want to learn about who we are and the belonging of the cruel, cruel world in which we live in. High school is the starting of that road.

I am Harley Ramsey...

I am known as the top girl around at Holy Trinity High. I am seen as the perfect person: caption of the cheerleaders, dating my childhood sweet heart, perfect grades- I seem to have it all. Being the top girl I am happy, I am just seen as the perfect sense of normal around this part.  I am was me and I was good enough. As I walk down the hall, I see every one’s eyes turn to look at me. I smile back at each and every one of these people cause I understand that the envy me. I am glad in what I have in life, I just frown because sometimes I forget how lucky I am and how unlucky they are staying with their labels.

Well I am the person who tries to change everyone, to wake them up to who they really should be...I play the biggest part in this story in small simple little ways, but I play apart. I smile at myself in the mirror  knowing the good that I have done.

Here is there stories to tell.....