Perfect.

Holy Sh*t I have a lot of one-shots written here. Anyway. Enjoy.

Thanks to my beta Jaded Jimmie Productions.

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Paulina sat herself down at one of the computers in the public library. Not her usual place to hang out but it had a computer. She sat herself down at the computer and opened a text document. Looking over her shoulder one last time to see if anyone was watching she feverishly started to type on the machine.

Paulina your so pretty.

Paulina your so nice.

Paulina your so beautiful.

Paulina your so perfect.

This is the upside of my popularity, but what ever comes up, must come down.

Paulina your a slut.

Paulina you are shallow.

Paulina you are stupid.

Paulina you are useless.

Not to sound egotistical (correct I know what that means) or anything, but this burden of popularity is a curse in and of it's self. I always have to look good. I always have to watch what I post on Facebook. I have to be careful, who I tell to what. In one swift second my whole reputation could be ruined. I know my life is going no where after high school. So I have to live it up while I can, before life goes south.

I have deep dark secret's and skeleton's in my closet that I'm not proud of. Here are a few.

For instance. As head cheerleader many guys try to flirt with me or push themselves onto me. One time I was at this party. This guy was really drunk. I was on my way home and he followed me. I swear to who ever is reading this. I didn't want it. I didn't want it at all, but he just kept pushing. He was bigger that me. He didn't stop. There is not a day that goes by that I don't wish I would have went to the police. It is done and over with now. They would never be able to pin him.

Sometimes I wish I was unpopular like... Like Sam Manson. She has is so better off. She has friends that actually care about her, a boyfriend that loves her, a bright future, I have none of that. My friends are temporary. My boyfriends only pine after me for my body. I am going no where, after high school I'm going no where.

With a tight lock to hold on the information I release. I never get to talk about my personal problems. Recently my mama and my papa have been fighting. They are going to get a divorce and there is going to be a nasty battle for the the estate. One of my parents is staying in Amity while the other plans to be on the other side of the state. It's like they don't even care about me. About my feelings. It's like God made them my parents just to watch me suffer. To test me. I stay truthful to faith though. Another thing people don't know about me.

I'm very religious. The reason I couldn't make to Star's party last week wasn't because I was going to a fashion show in New York, NY. It was because I was doing service hours with my church at Camp Hill. A home for disabled children, teens, and adults. Mikey and Lester where there to help out also. I'm surprised they haven't said a word. Believe it or not, but those are two of the sweetest boys I have ever met. But I would never tell them that. It would be out of line for the popular girl to compliment the bottom of the the social grape vine.

There are so many standards I have to met. To get the respect of my peers. It is like I have to jump through hoops just to prove to all these people that I'm better that them. But both them and I know that I'm not. Did you get that? It's okay if you didn't I didn't except you to. I don't except anyone to get me.

I know I'm rambling. But nobody knows what it's like to be me. No body knows what it's like to need to be perfect.

Just a drabble tell me what you think. Don't forget to review. REVIEW.

-Scarlet Out.