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Post by Echo on Apr 23, 2011 20:37:19 GMT -5
Chapter 1
Everything I do decides who I am. No. That's not true. The people watching decide who they want me to be. They want me to be alone because I'm new. They want me to be a flirt because I wear eyeliner. They want me to be a rebel because I wear black, a cutter because I wear long sleeves. I just want to be me. I want to smile because the sun's still shining, I want to be alone because I can think, and I want to live without being judged.
"Look at her, Sarah." It's the girl that wants me to b ean attention whore because I dyed my hair black.
"She's not paying attention to Mr. Foster. She must be really stuck up."
"No, she's just depressed. Look at her clothes; black shirt, black jeans..."
"Do you thinkn she cuts? I haven't seen her without a long sleeved shirt since she got here."
"No, she's not emo, Emily. She's just insecure because she's new here."
I want to scream at them. What do they know? Nothing. They've never spoken to me, never tried to. Is it illegal to wear black because you like it? Can I not dye my hair back to it's original color; black? It's winter, so why shouldn't I wear long sleeves? And I know I'm not insecure. I know that my looks aren't bad, but I don't rub that in peoples' faces. I could care less if I'm skinny and pale or fat and tanned. I just want to be me.
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