22 Partes Concluida Contenido adultoThat's what that means after all. By definition! My brother and I are exactly one year apart. It's high school, for the most part everyone is nice to me because I'm a cheerleader, even the coach who let's face it and pardon my language is a bitch. I don't cuss, but like that's really only the bad words I say. My brother is the QB, and we're the best of friends. No one bullies me or picks on me, but also no one knows this, I like to sing, I want to be a star, see my name in lights, Rachel is my best friend, has been for a while now, but my brother doesn't know her and he's my only other best friend. Most of the cheer girls are bitches to each other, but not no is mean to me. Even when I do end up joining the glee club, something I want to be apart of, and I've waited to join for a long time. I'm a year younger than everyone else, but I skipped a grade, and I don't know how considering I'm not even really that smart.
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