Personal Narrative: My Stereotypes

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You have friends, family, society and yourself. Everything else is just parts of it, religion, work, emotion, drama, all just branches to the four larger trunks. At least that's what I think. Of course, I'm just a teenager, a dramatic, hormonal, self-centered teenager. Or at least what society thinks of me, a stereotype.

Society knows nothing, I mean nothing, about me. Other than my looks, long dirty blonde hair, or brown with natural blonde highlights. Average height for a girl of thirteen, five foot five. I'm not super skinny or fit, but I'm not fat, just in between, a bit below pudgy. And finally round grey eyes, that some people will say have a purple tint, but they're grey.

I'm not a loner, but I'm not a social butterfly. I

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