Shelby.

Taurus.

Seventeen, just like the magazine.

Michigander.

Uses the word “I” like it's a pronoun for anyone.

Has an affinity for cheesy pop music with a fast beat and no lyrical meaning.

Stubborn as anything and impossible to change.

Slightly obsessive compulsive.

Read “slightly” in the above sentence as “extremely.”

Going to be so famous one day it'll make you sick.

Will have a novel on the best seller list if it takes till the day she dies.

Has wanted to be a writer since she was six years old.

Poetry is hardly her specialty, but she writes a lot of it.

Her writing is hit and miss, most of the time.

So if I'm being honest...95 percent of this is based on people I knew once or still know currently. If you squint you'll find it. Some you won't even need to look so hard at to figure out -- it kind of smacks you in the face.