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Everyday I face it over and over again, I’m scared, I wonder what they are saying now. Each day I wonder if one of my friends is going to tell me someone else was saying lies about me. I know they’re lies I know that everything they say is wrong but I don’t think other people do. When people are told things they usually always think they are real, why would they think someone made things up about me. But the truth is that I know where some of these stories came from and I know the people that made them up. Some people think I’m a partier and I like to drink, but the truth is that I never go to parties I would rather hang out with my friends at my house or watch a soccer game. That’s the person they don’t know, I’m really a simple girl, I don’t ask for much and I don’t talk about people I don’t know.
When I go somewhere I know people know me I feel weird I see their faces. Maybe I’m just paranoid sometimes but a lot of the time I am right. For a while now I’ve been hiding, I want to make sure they have nothing to say. But I’m going to college soon, and in a different state too, no one knows me there, and my friends that are going are my true friends. I get to start over, I get to escape everything, I don’t have to be scared anymore.
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