The Person I Am Perceived To Be

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The Person I Am Perceived To Be Walking into a room full of people I have known all of my life, I find myself feeling lost. Growing up in a small private school I was very sheltered as a child. It wasn't until high school when I realized what the world really is. When I walk into my church now I am seen as someone completely different then who I have become. When I used to enter the room I was greeted by fake smiles sand polite hellos. I was looked at as the rebel and the outcast who's mother just so happened to be one of the most like people around. I started at a public school my freshman year. I made new friends and slowly started to break away from the only group that I had know my entire childhood. My new friends didn't know every little thing about me so that gave me a chance to start over and become whoever I wanted to be. I started dressing differently: My shorts got a little shorter and my shirts got a little tighter. My entire wardrobe was changed in a matter of months. As the friends that I had known watched from a distance my whole world was being turned up-side-down. To my new friends I was Charlie, the cool, a little shy girl that was new around. To everyone else I was just another young teenager that was going down the path to destruction. Around my Sophomore year I got into drinking and smoking cigarettes. This just drove my friends farther and farther away. On the occasion that I went to church they would still all sit by me buy I still felt so unconnected to them. As you grow up though you start to realize who your true friends are. I started to notice how my heart would cringe a little when I would hear them all talking about how they were going to go to the beach that day and then they would turn and walk away. I was never invited to anything and more and slowly that started to get to

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