Trying to be someone you’re not is a difficult task. I don’t look like the other girls in my school. They wear lipstick, high heels and short skirts that make any hormonal teenage boy look twice. They flirt with the young good-looking teachers and they try-out for a spot on the cheerleading team. I could never do what they do or look the way they look.

A day never passes me by that I wish I could be them. I envied them, and for that reason, I hated them.

It’s difficult to be the captain of the football team wishing you were the captain of the cheerleading team.