High-school – A place where everyone judges you.
If you’re popular, you’d be called a biatch.
If you have a talent, you’d be called a show-off.
If you’re smart, you’d be called a nerd.
If you’re pretty, you’d be called a slut.
If you eat too much, you’d be called a whale.
If you eat less, you’d be called anorexic.
If you break other girls’ hearts, you’d be called a playboy.
If you’re quiet, you’d be called an emo or a freak.
Then there was the fact that not everyone takes you seriously. Some will laugh and others will pity you. That’s life.
They judge and critique you based on how you look, what you do, and what you think.
My life was far from normal. I was far from those social statuses. My family was not that rich. But, I was pretty much bad-ass. How? I kicked ass. I slapped faces. I was their scary-dairy demon.
What I didn’t expect – was to be kidnapped.
