Mixed CD Story

Personal Narrative: RUMORS
Word Count: 443

People say what they want to say what they want to say and hear what they want to hear. Some people would pretend to be my best friends but it was all fake because they were the ones who were starting the rumors. No worries, they are no longer my friends. I have come to learn who I should trust and what I should and shouldn’t say. High School is a complicated place; there are many relationships that are beginning and ending and different status’s students want to have. Sometimes people are so desperate to fit into a group that they will do and say whatever they have to. For my entire life I have never tried to impress anyone I have always been myself. When I find people I can relate to and hang out with it takes me a while to begin to trust them now. The rumors that people started about me gave me a reputation that I don’t want to have. Now I have to live with that reputation and it sucks because no matter how much I try to convince people that the rumors aren’t true, they don’t believe me. I would rather not tell what the rumors are exactly but the truth is that there is no way they can be true. Some of the things people say and think that I do, I have never in my life done because I have class and I respect myself. Sometimes I think that these rumors were started because of the people that I hung out with, and then I realize that’s probably true. It sucks when I hear from my friends that someone was talking about me. The worst part is that sometimes I don’t even know who the people are. The music tells my story. I started off believing that people were my true friends and they would never spread rumors about me. However I came to realize that they would and some of the songs explain who they think I am. Then comes the songs that explain how I feel, I actually listened to these songs when the rumors really get to me and make me sad. By the end of this journey I come to realize that I am Independent and I am my own person. If people don’t know me how can they have the right to talk about me? That is something I will never understand, but I have honestly given up on caring what people say anymore. As long as I know who I am and what I do that’s all that matters because I define myself and no one else can.