Unfair

When I walk down the hall, I like to pop my gum. I sit with a crowd of girls at lunch who are all totally jealous of me. I date the hottest guy in the school and I have him bowing at my feet. I'm completely gorgeous and popular, and I like to wear form fitting clothes, some of them kind of expensive.

When I walk down the hall I pop my gum and I can hear girls all around me whispering about how I do it just so everyone can hear me. Tons of those girls are part of the crowd I sit with at lunch. I know that the guy I date would be completely uninterested in me if I didn't look the way I do. I have to listen to girls that I call my friends whisper loudly enough so that everyone can hear. They talk about how dirty I am for wearing tight shirts with the name of the store where I bought it stretched across my chest. They call me names that shouldn't even be spoken for wearing short shorts with the name of the beach where I spent my last summer on the butt.

It's not fair for them to make me feel like dirt because I'm pretty or because I can afford to shop at the stores I do. It's not fair that most nights I cry and I want to throw my life away. It's not fair that because of a tag they put on me, I deserve to be talked about. It's not fair, but it's how it is.