Stereotypes. I hate them. On my first day at my new school, a girl in a blue and white cheerleader's uniform told me I 'looked like a cheerleader' and asked me to come to tryouts. I almost decked her. Blonde hair and blue eyes do not a cheerleader make. Cheerleaders can be bitchy and mean but they can also act all happy and excited and they can drool and swoon over Finn Wallace – the hands-down hottest guy in school – like there's no tomorrow. Me? Well, I'm just bitchy and mean. So someone please tell me why Finn Wallace is suddenly chasing after me? *This is NOT a Bridgit Mendler fan fiction* Copyright © 2013 CrayonChomper

Youth is good. Youth is great, even. Youth blinds you from everything. You better value it before it's too late. But, some youths are exposed to things no one should be exposed to. Not even the worst people in the world should be exposed to what they've been exposed to. If you haven't been exposed, then consider yourself lucky. But, just watch your back, okay? You never know what's gonna stab you.