Post by DOMINIQUE WEASLEY on Apr 10, 2011 12:23:29 GMT -5
Dominique walked down the Grand Staircase. She was up earlier than usual. The sun was out and she was in a good mood. Today would be a good day. She had to tell herself that. It was the only way to get through. She was sort of tired of the popularity. People who weren't that close to her thought of her as a selfish, brain-dead, blonde who didn't care about anything but herself. That was not true. Only her true friends knew the real her. So she wasn't extreemely smart in school but she wasn't dumb. She did have street smarts. She knew that if things had to get done you had to do them yourself.
She truly cared about her friends. She was the shoulder to cry on. She was sick of all the judgements. People thought of her as a major flirt and a boyfriend stealer. How was someone a boyfriend stealer if they never broke somebody up? It made no sense to her. That was what popularity did. It supplied good attention and bad attention. As she walked she tripped and dropped all her stuff. She groaned. "Seriously?" she asked herself and picked up her fallen items.
She truly cared about her friends. She was the shoulder to cry on. She was sick of all the judgements. People thought of her as a major flirt and a boyfriend stealer. How was someone a boyfriend stealer if they never broke somebody up? It made no sense to her. That was what popularity did. It supplied good attention and bad attention. As she walked she tripped and dropped all her stuff. She groaned. "Seriously?" she asked herself and picked up her fallen items.
