High School Life

I was typically normal. Scene hair, to much make-up. All to eager to talk smack, with nothing to back it up. I followed the pretty ones, I tried not to eat to much in front of people, sucked it in. This all being on the outside. On the inside, I was screaming. Screaming at myself. I wanted to be better. Bigger. More. I swore, Freshman year would be different. We were moveing anyway. I'd have a fresh start, new house, new friends, new life. It was exactly what I wanted, what I had prayed and wished for. But highschool is harsh enough without liveing in a bad neigbourhood, with your single mother who wont disclose what exactly her job is. You're vunerable in your early years, easy. Me being one of the easiest, according to some. Highschool sucks.