Life's Not Fair

Life's Not Fair

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My life was good. Some might call it great. People would say I had the perfect boyfriend, good grades, a happy family. Yea sure, my life wasn't as awful as some other poor souls, but it wasn't as perfect as everyone might have thought. There was two problems... 1. My perfect boyfriend "Danny"... Wasn't perfect. I was his surface girl. The pretty one that had good grades, fetched him water at practice, helped him study, and the only one he took home to see his parents, because truthfully? If his parents met the girls who slept with their son every weekend, they wouldn't pay for his full tuition to college. Those girls worked below the surface. 2. I wasn't the perfect girlfriend either. There was a guy out there who actually cared about me, but he would never openly admit that. He and I kept it secret, and honestly, I liked it that way. But how can you tell people that? Oh that's right, you can't. No matter what you say, people will always take it the wrong way.I feel like that's something today's society takes advantage of way too much; it makes innocent people look bad, and the not so great people seem innocent. You could never win... And that's what I would think about late at night when everyone else was in bed; how I could never make everyone happy.
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BEWARE, this is the very bad version I wrote when I was 15 years old but I did rewrite it now that I'm 20 and I promise that one makes much more sense! New version is called At All Costs you can find it on my profile! What I see in the mirror is nothing special. I see a girl with dark brown almost black hair, with brown eyes that have been dull for years. I sigh and raise my shirt so I can see the bruises from my opponent last night. If you haven't guessed yet I am a street fighter and a good one at that. I fight in a place called The Underground where my manager Smith sets up my fights. Although I'm only 5'3, I still only fight with men. For me that means more money that I win. Did I mention I am undefeated at The Underground? No, well I am and almost everyone places their bets on me. Or should I say placed because me and my family are moving across the country to New York which means I have to find a new place to fight and make money. That was really my only problem with moving because I don't have any friends here, it's not like people haven't tried I just don't like getting to close to people. Although my family still doesn't know about my street fighting, we still are very close after what happened with my father. They left but I know they will come back and finish what they started and that's why I started street fighting. I need to be able to protect me and my family when they do come back. I'm not letting my family get hurt this time.

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