Becomingyourself Stories

3 bestfriends A terrible accident and the after math of what happens when a soul is broken. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Gianna Anderson was your typical high school girl. She had 2 best friends; Malcolm Frank and Natalie Kingside. She was a free spirit, who was never afraid to speak her mind and loved to make people laugh . She was happy. Until that one faitful night when everything changed..... including her. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Now she's returned to the place it all happened but this time things are alot different with friendships put to the test, fights, heartbreak, and love will she be able to find her self again or what had happened have changed her forever?

These words are simply tangled thoughts unraveling to become beautiful words that appeal to one's soul.

In this story, Jenna discovers herself whole during dance class. She finds her passion and her freedom during four years of dance. Through those four years of dance, Jenna has found that she can do it! That she can be the spotlight and that she is not invisible, since in school she is the invisible kid who doesn't know who she is.

A deeply personal reflection on identity, growth, and survival through different versions of the self. This piece explores the idea that who we used to be is not something to erase, but something to honor. From the 15-year-old girl who believed in forever to the 17-year-old who tried to rebuild herself through perfection and planning, this essay captures the emotional evolution of becoming. Each version carried hope, pain, and purpose-even when she didn't understand it at the time. This is a scrapbook of becoming whole through every broken, hopeful, and learning version of yourself.

Harry was never the Chosen One. I was. Dumbledore's smokescreen worked brilliantly. I was the odd-ball who people skimmed over, never seen as the threat. But year after year, I triumphed. I won. I saved the day. I can remember it a to the last detail. The problem is that no one else can.

The way of becoming a good person is hard and tricky. The way to become yourself even harder.