The circle of life in high school. Either your on the top of the food chain and you live a long and happy high school life, or your that loser that died your freshman. Maybe I shouldn't be so blunt, but that's kind of the way high school works if you think about it. I've always been that quiet little girl no one really knew. Maria who? Oh, that Mexican chick. I'm not Mexican, thank you very much. I'm from Spain. Barcelona, actually. I was born there and my family moved here when I was about 5. So yes, I can speak some Spanish, but I mostly speak English because after living here for 10 years now, I'm pretty sure I've picked up a thing or two. So I've learned to keep to myself, because people tend to judge me because of how different I am. Mama says I'd be prettier if I 'cared about my appearance'. Just because I don't wear a pound of makeup and shirts that make my boobs hang out, doesn't mean I don't care about myself. I look a lot like Ma, and I think she wishes I could be like her when she was in High School. She constantly talks about how she was 'the hot mamacita'. She had all the friends and blah...blah...blah. Mamacita? That's not even Spanish.
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AHHH.
Forget it. Told you i'd fail:P
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