If You Be My Star

Once upon a time there was a girl named Merecedes. She was entering her Junior year of high school, filled with ambitions and hopes, hurt trapped away and covered with silly songs of love and joy.
Unlike the year before, she started this year with a best friend in tow. The young sir's name was Rich, and she couldn't imagine a better day than just playing games or watching movies with this boy.
As the year progressed she got involved in a few things like Theater and various clubs, meanwhile her and Rich slowly drifted apart.
His stupid, bitchy girlfriend ruined everything and created a lot of heartache and drama, and he never got over her, and by the looks of things now, probably won't ever get over.
Merecedes has now moved out to the middle of butt-fuck-nowhere, aka, the other side of town, and doesn't live as close to Rich anymore.
Things sucked for a while.
Fuuuuuuuuuuckkk.
Her life.

Wow. This story sucks. I'm gonna skip to the good part.

But then Merecedes made new best friends, considering Rich had replaced her with a bunch of freshmen girls that drooled over him all day. And now she is VERY happy.
Of course, her and Rich still talk and such, but she got sick of dealing with all his fucked up shit.
And now she is content.
She isn't quite as scared of the future anymore.
Her brother is in JDC and everyday she has at least one person tell her what an idiot he is.
But it's okay, because she doesn't blame herself anymore.
Because it's not her fault.
And she's tried a few things that she used to never even give a second thought about.
Smoking cigarettes.
Drinking alcohol.
And neither of them were as great as everyone had made them out to be, so she didn't do either anymore. (Maybe a few more cigarettes, but she is for reals done with that, and getting her friends to quit, too.)

But she tried them.
And it was great, because she felt alive, and free, because she made the choice all by herself to do those things, and she also made the choice to not do those things again.

And she's happy.

And she doesn't need a fucking guy.
Like, legit. No sarcasm and stuff.
If one comes along that interests her a bit, she might try something, see how things work and if she likes it.
But really, that's not even an issue anymore.

Although she would like to just make out with either that Brazilian exchange student, or the German exchange student, just because.

I would say 'The End'
but I don't believe it's finished yet.

You're beautiful, and I love you!