Okay, well, here goes nothing. I guess I just need to get this off my chest. I don’t know if you’d categorize it as a ‘life story’ but whatever. It started in my freshmen year of high school. Back then I was a little spitfire to anyone I knew, but shy around those I didn’t know. Because of these two conflicting things, I was classified as an ice bitch. People thought I was cold and maybe even a violent badass. Back then, I was okay with having a reputation because, being shy little introverted me, I didn’t want people to talk to me. I already had friends so it isn’t like I exactly NEEDED to make new ones. After freshmen year I mellowed out a bit, I wasn’t nearly as violent but I had a temper. I got mad pretty easily, but it wasn’t like people had to run away screaming if I clenched my fists. I was still okay with my reputation, I just kind of shrugged it off and dealt with it. I didn’t see it as a big deal. The following year I was no longer violent, but instead strict and harsh. I ignored it, why did it matter to me if people called me a bitch behind my back? I didn’t think I was a bitch, it wasn’t like I was out stealing boyfriends, manipulating people, and stabbing my friends in the back. And yet people still thought I was some asshole. This year, nothing has changed except for the fact that everyone continues to judge me based on my reputation and my cold facial expression. My friends even say things like ‘oh she’s just mad about something’ when I’m visibly upset. I just don’t know what to do. It’s not like I don’t mind if people think I’m cold or mean, I just wish that they wouldn’t judge me based on what they hear other people say about me.
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