This is a story of a girl.
Everyone thinks she's perfect. Everyone thinks she's a goody two shoes. She wants to scream. Sometimes, it hurts. People talk about her behind her back. Spread rumors. And just because she acts perfect doesn't mean she is. It means she keeps it inside. She's a human too. It hurts. She has a sweet boyfriend. She has popular friends. Her family is okay financially. But sometimes, she thinks everyone forgets that words can and will hurt her.
She doesn't like her boyfriend. Only as a friend. But she can't break up with him. He's one of her best friends. She would do anything for her friends. But she's not sure if they would do anything for her. Her parents are pressuring her. Good grades are important. If you don't like your boyfriend, break up with him. Stop being a doormat, stop being stepped on.
"Don't try to understand me or anything or anyone around me." She thinks. "Don't try to talk to me about my actions. Don't pretend you know me when you really don't. Don't pretend you care about me. Because the more you do, the more I hate you."
This is a story of what happens when a person breaks. When she can't take it anymore. This is what happens when she keeps to myself. A shell of a girl, really. But when people look at her, she smiles. They think everything is fine. It's really not.
Because not all fairy tales have happy endings. I should know. This is my story. I am the girl.
I am Hermione Granger. And I am dying inside.
