Her name is Emily McGinitie. She is sixteen and is the class president. Emily is a beautiful girl, with her golden locks and her porcelain like skin. Her eyes are pools of clear blue that sparkled even in the dark. Long legs, a slender figure, and pearly white teeth. There's no way to deny that she is lovely. She must be heaven-sent, because her smile seems so bright and radiant. Emily is a cheerleader. She is Miss America in her high school. She is the front runner for Prom Queen. Emily gets the top bunk, she is the star in every scene, she is Miss Perfect.
But do you really know her?
If you really knew me, you'd know that I have a younger brother.
If you really knew me, you'd know that I think my younger brother is gay.
If you really knew me, you would know that my parents are divorced, and I'm having a hard time dealing with it.
If you really knew me, you would know that I'm afraid of my father.
If you really knew me, you would know that I'm not as amazing as I try and make myself seem; I'm selfish and snobby and I think I'm a total bitch.
I can't stop what I do.
I don't even think I'm beautiful.
I only see someone hideous whenever I look in the mirror.
I only see someone that can't be herself no matter what she does.
I see ugly.
I see disgusting.
I see anorexia.
The real me? I'm a selfish show-off who can't do anything right. I think I'm stupid and I think I'm just fake.
I want to be real.
But I'm afraid that if I do anything that won't make me seem like...me...then I'd lose everything.
And I can't lose everything: my reputation and my friends.
I can't lose those.
They're all that I have to hold on to.
But then again, Emily can't really say this. What did she really say in our little game?
"If you really knew me, you'd know that I would love to be your beautiful prom queen this May."