Who are we?

It's hard being me,
The expectations, the imperfections, the implications.
No one really seems to understand the struggle of being me. The struggle of having to wake up every morning before everyone else and start the day, the struggle of being expected to be an A-grade student, the struggle of being a younger sister.
It's a lot of work.
Throughout my whole life I think there has only been one person to truly know me. The real me. Not the me I put up in front of everyone. The real me. But now that that person is gone, I'm not sure who am I anymore with no one their to remind me, it kinda hard.
It's actually quite scary.
I'm starting to lose who I really am.
My name is Mila Èlan Methvin,
But who am I?
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Throughout her whole life Mila has never known who she is, she has passed through life being the perfect sister, the perfect daughter and the perfect person. She gets good grades, never drinks never smokes and isn't really all that social.
Jack Connor is a jerk. A hot,gorgeous, completely badass jerk. All the girls want to be with him and all the boys want to be him. Can he break down Milas walls until her heart is shown on her sleeve? Or will he only succeed in making her life a living hell.
Can the bad boy really be a softie? Or Is it that to much to ask?
This is their story of how maybe love does conquer all.

*Warning*: Throughout this story their will be a lot of swearing, multiple cliches and possibly some true love. If you are not over 13 do not read onward. (Who am I kidding? pleaaasseeee carry on reading)