I've never really been the type that you'd call drop dead gorgeous. Pretty, maybe, but not beautiful. I've learned to live with it. You get used to it after a while. Sure, you feel the pang of jealousy every once in a while when you see a blonde bombshell or an exotic brunette walking by you, looking as if everything in their lives is perfectly together. But, you have to keep telling yourself that nothing ever is, perfect, I mean, no matter how much it seems like it. So that's what I do. It's not so bad. Not really. I'm sure you know the feeling. Nobody can really be the prettiest. After all, the beauty is in the eye of the beholder, or something like that, right? Well, that's what I keep telling myself.
Anyways, I'm getting way to ahead of myself. My name is Faith Ross, I'm fourteen years old. You know, that awful age where everything in your life seems screwy and you're too lazy to do anything about it? Yeah, that age. I'm in the 8th grade at Manhattan International Academy. It's basically the only public middle school in Manhattan, so most everyone goes there. I'm not one of the popular ones. I guess you could call me somewhere in between. Probably some kids call me a nerd, but that's just because I'm in advanced math. I can't help the fact that I'm good with numbers and that I pay attention in class. Since when did being smart become a bad thing? That's what I'd like to know.
I've got two older brothers. Corbin and Cody. Corbin is a junior in high school at MIA, so I'll be seeing him around once I'm a freshman. Cody's 24 and married already, he lives in New Jersey, so we don't see him that much. I can probably thank my brothers for not being so girly and prissy and proper and all that other fun stuff. Basically I learned how to throw a football before I could hold a pencil and I could kick a soccer ball before I could ride my bike without training wheels. Lucky me, right? Yeah...no. My friends say I'm a tomboy, but I'm not a cookie cutter image of one, I don't think at least. I mean, yeah I like sports and hanging out with the guys, but getting dressed up isn't so bad. And I like makeup. I don't wear much of it, but I think its a cool idea. So, whats the problem?
I guess there's nothing really wrong with my life, nothing I could really complain about. Its just the little repetitive things that get on my nerves after a while, but I suppose its normal for a fourteen year old. I can't wait until I'm fifteen. Maybe everything will change then. I know its childish to think that, but you can't help hoping. Ya know?
