You walk into the room and everybody stops and watches you. You smile and feel like you are on top of the world. There's a side of this scene that you don't see. We're just here to humor you. Nobody really likes you.

But it's not your fault.

You see, we don't know who you are or why you act like you do. Nobody knows the real you. You act like a princess, a total drama queen to be exact. You prance around in your little skirts and flesh baring shirts and think that everybody adores you.

I'm here to break your fantasy.

Nobody can relate to you because you present such a conflicting, two faced front. If you want something from me, you are nice and sweet. But if I confront you, you stomp your feet and throw a tantrum like a three year old. You pull my friend around by the strings and make him believe that you care about him. The truth is, you only care about what he can do for you. I don't like that.

You have one true friend. This friend is only your friend because you bond in holy falsehood. You both are fake and hold onto each other because between the two of you, you make up a whole person.

You need to stop and smell the roses; high school ended 4 years ago. This year you will enter the real world like the rest of the graduating class. You will fail.

I'm not sorry and I wish you all the best. April can't come soon enough!