Kara and Megan had always been good friends however as they grow older more and more problems occur. School work, boyfriends, a trip, lots of stress, bullying and peer pressure.
It was my fault. Everything. Entirely my fault. Why couldn’t I just say no?
I had always been weak, not in strength but in courage. No matter how big or how small it was, I would always give in if I was asked enough times. My weakness had never bothered me, until now.
Adults described me as a “perfect little angel” from a young age and even now use similar phrases but only because it sounds patronising now. I hate it for several reasons: one, I am not perfect, no-one is. Two, I am not little, agreed I was at some point, we all were, however you can hardly be called little when you are among the tallest in your class. Three, maybe the most important, I am not an angel. I am not dead, I do not go to church, I can’t fly, I don’t have wings (except when I wear fancy dress), I do not play the harp or another heavenly instrument (although I do play the saxophone, which is rather cool), and I cannot sing to save my life.
My fellow classmates describe me as the absolute teacher’s pet, a title to which I have no competition at all. I can’t see why they think that it is such a bad thing to want to do well in life. The days of hoping and wishing that you’ll marry a rich man and never have to work are long gone. Still there is nothing wrong with being optimistic, just as long as you are prepared to be disappointed.
Despite being an infuriating know-it-all, I actually have some wonderful friends. They often point out that I work too hard and should relax a bit more. I completely agree with this statement however it is often easier said than done. Beyond that they say I am kind, considerate, caring and not the slightest bit selfish. If only they knew what I know now.