I take one more look in the mirror, I’m good to go. My best friend is the head cheerleader, and my hot boyfriend is captain of our basketball team. I’ve made the popular list by association. I’m book smart, but not so much so that I’m socially awkward. I’m not naive in thinking that I’m popular based on looks, or extra curricular activity. My dad’s 6 foot, my mom’s a tiny 5 foot nothing. Everything else is from Dads Irish/Scottish side. I have naturally olive skin from being quarter Filipino on my mom’s side, slightly almond shaped eyes from that side too. I look in the mirror to make sure everything’s in place. I finish getting ready with 15 minutes to spare. It was so much more than just the betrayal. It made no difference whether it was 6 months or 6 years.
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