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"Girls are like apples on a tree... the best ones are on the top, and the more rotten ones are towards the bottom. Boys, afraid of falling and getting hurt, grab the easier rotten ones. The ones at the top often wonder if they did anything wrong, when they did nothing. They just need to wait for the right boy to come along..."
Reality Check,
You're the type of girl whom guys consider easy.
Woah, woah, woah. Wait a second. Rewind that?
I'm the type of girl whom guys consider easy.
...oh God, not this again.
What the hell? I am so totally NOT easy! I'm a pure virgin! VIRGIN. How can I be easy when I haven't even had my first time?
Oh, let me guess. It's because I'm a cheerleader, huh? Oh yeah, all the jocks, the geeks, the loners, people like you, RealityCheck, and everyone else in the whole f^cking world thinks that, just because I'm a cheerleader, I'm easy. Wow. Just goes to show you what type of people live in this world. What type of person YOU are.
How STEREOTYPICAL. I find it a shame. I mean, c'mon! I'm a teenager just like everyone else in this school. So what if I'm treated differently by guys? It's kind of obvious they just want what's inside my pants... or skirt technically. Not like I'm ever going to give my first time to someone whom I just met at a party.
I browse the net, I channel surf like an average teen. I know how to work a car, I know what it's like to fall in love, then get your heart broken. Why do people get treated differently like I've haven't experienced it?
It's because I'm easy.
Well, screw you all who believe that all cheerleaders are easy. Sure, some cheerleaders are like that. At least exclude a few, like yours truly. I'm not easy. As a matter of fact, I'm one of the most stubbornest b!tches you'll ever meet when it comes to love.
P.S. When I find you, I'm going to kill you, RealityCheck. And post your balls on the school bulletin.
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Amber Millsdale is a cheerleader, and like most schools, she was labeled. Her label? Slut. Easy.
And she hated it. But she wouldn't give up cheerleading just because some band geeks would be in the background whispering, "I hate cheerleaders," or that loner glared at her just because she wore her uniform for the game. She loved it, and it was the only thing she could do without falling like the klutz she was half the time.
But what bugged her the most is that half the school talks about, "put yourself in someone else's shoes," or, "don't judge a book by its cover," when they never give her a second thought.
So when Amber is given a column named, "Stereotypical," she's all for it. She was so happy she didn't even care who the hell was her fellow columnist for it, as long as she got her point across. But little did she know, as she's taken on a ride of proving to the world who are, and breaking the walls separating someone who's easy, and someone who plays hard to get.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is based off of a book I read a few months ago, and my own personal beliefs. I just get tired of people judging when they have no idea what it's like to walk in their shoes. It's honestly one of the few things I ABSOLUTELY, UNDENIABLY HATE. People in this world can be so ignorant.
And it's really, really sad. And everyone wonders why there are so many dropouts, so many people who are suicidal. Why so many people are in pain. BECAUSE WE DON'T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT. Because WE THINK THAT'S HOW IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE. We can help... but we think we can't. And ironically, the early stages to drop-outs, and suicides, are similar to what I was talking about. Great.
And no. I don't have any friends who are cheerleaders, (that I know of) nor am I a cheerleader. I'm what people call a weirdo, so I'm on the other side of the popularity scale.
 Ukeire · Mon Apr 27, 2009 @ 02:04am · 0 Comments |
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