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I look in the mirror at the person I am. Being Taylor Swift (turning out to be one of the most famous country singers in 2012) I'm as normal as can be. Just a 17 year old facing love problems along with school problems. Last year of high school, finally! Everyone's dream. But little did I know I'd make a friend whom I'd stay in contact with until the end, it will be hard graduating and moving on. Which was hard to think about because I obviously can't make friends, I was that 'weird girl who keeps her nose in her book and her glasses high on her nose' who could never make friends. I'd never be considered one of the populars. It was a well known fact because even being near those popular girls make you want to faint because of their aroma -- about 6 sprays of perfume and a whole bottle of hairspray -- and their popularity.

But obviously I would turn out to make friends with my worst enemy, Abigail. I'd turn out having a record deal and making friends with one of the nerdiest kids in school. The prom I'd get a date with the cutest boy in school who will soon break my heart with me having no intentions.

Sadly, people change and you can't do anything about it. Little did I know the glasses and a book would be the contacts and a mirror because I'll be sucked in by the populars.

But mostly, I'd turn out to be more than just the 'girl next door' and no longer have thegirlnextdooritus.

So enjoy the story of my life.

My dreams.

My school.

My love life.

My fame.

Everything.

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