Becoming a new person doesn’t mean changing your appearance and becoming this bad chick every guy falls in love only for her body and only wants to date her for extra fame and the girls are jealous of how beautiful you are and try their best to manipulate your popularity. I never thought of being a new me would have to require change within my inner self. My behavior and actions are influenced, treating others how I would want to be treated. Not for the universe or what most people believe, God, to somehow reward me for my good lifestyle. But just because it’s worth more than depression and living in misery.

The first incident started when I was seventeen, I used to hang with, Rita and Micah, the mean girls. Rita was tall, petite body, a short blonde bob, she always wore different shoes but she wore her favorite jacket everyday; a leather black jacket with the initial P on it. It was her favorite because her boyfriend, Peter, bought it for her at Luxury’s Down, the most expensive mall to go to only a few people would buy from that store. And Micah, she was short, brown curly long hair, she always was blowing bubblegum, she hardly ever talk, but when she did, she was always defending Rita for her toxic behavior.

We was at the lunch table and the three of us walked in with a dramatic walk and dramatic entrance, everyone had there eyes on us. We sat at our favorite table, which was none, so we stood up until some hot guy would offer us a seat. All you needed to do was wink and blow kisses and the guys would be starving like a dog to offer us a seat. Mason, the hottest boy of all, Micah had a huge crush on him, Rita was in love with her boyfriend, Peter. Meanwhile, I was just living the single life and enjoying the popularity of being popular. However, that “fame” started to suddenly shift when I was diagnosed with depression.