My six word memoirs are:
~Always sad, never noticed, no friends.
~Too much drama, so much sadness.
~Pushed down, stood, shook it off.
~Won game in gym, created drama.
~Practice sports, all alone, so sad.
~If I left, would people notice?
~Wish I could have more friends.
~Hurt myself, nobody noticed or cared.
~Really want to leave this place.
~I struggle, I cry, I hurt.
~Joined cheer-leading, became "The Wannabe", cried.
~Collected all my tears, had rivers.
~Cried once in class, became "Crybaby"
~She got another friend, ditched me.
~Bullies, someday I'll be your boss.
~Revenge is sweet, forgiveness is hard.
~Forgiveness is hard, but I try.
~Don't they know that it hurts?
~So much sadness, not enough tears.
~Who else cries themselves to sleep?
~I don't have to follow them.
~I am NOT your personal slave.
~My pet doesn't like me, cries.
~Why can't the school years end?!
~Liars say I create the drama.
~"Hey, sometimes body image ISN'T everything!"
~Get beat up, hide the bruises.
I have a lot of drama in my school. There is phone- stealing, bullying (a lot towards me), and major popularity cliques. I don't fit in. My school doesn't appreciate the good things in life. They only care about popularity and getting noticed by other people. If their was a conceited contest my school would win no doubt. People stare at me when I wear my sports jacket or mention sports. Sometimes I just want to move to a place where sports is almost worshiped because there I might actually fit in. I don't really create the drama except when a popular tells me what to do and I don't do it.