The photo me, shows an intelligent girl whose life might seem perfect. I have a smile on my face and I seem extremely happy, but when you look deeper into my eyes you see sadness and struggle. Struggle to be something my parents want me to be; the smile isn’t real the dimple isn’t suppose to appear when there is sadness in the air. In my uniform the burgundy blazer, the white shirt, all seems so pleasant; but to realize that isn’t me, its not who I am. I am not a prep school student, I am not a catholic girl nether, I am a public school student. Under all the uniform I’m just someone unique, adventurous and honest. I have discovered my true self … well I think I have. Rendering beliefs that I am great in which is true, I have come to the conclusion that what anyone says I am more then what they say. The background is gray, it’s the color of moodiness, but it still represents strength; which I am, I am strong.
All I could do is think about the things I wish I can make better in my life. Sometimes I feel so determined but then I give up once everything doesn’t go planned and then I move on. Family matters always seem hard to deal with its like I have to live up to some expectation because my sisters didn’t do the same. I’m always compared to them, it’s like my parents don’t get it. They don’t let me live and be a teenager yea that can be a problem but how can I learn when I’m stuck in my house all day. They want me to do my house chores but when I actually do them and continue it its like there’s always something wrong. Is it me? I doubt it is but I can’t help but feel it is. They want me to go to college, I do, I really do but college is like the get away for me. I want to be a lawyer or a dancer. I want to be more of a dancer but they think it won’t really get me any where. I thought bout taking a break, but I know myself and after I take a break I won’t go back to school. Its not that I don’t like school because I love it it’s because I’m tired of being pressured. I want a life of my own where I can just be myself, meet new people travel, not worry bout what people think of me. Ughh… it frustrates me so much sometimes I just want to cry. in school the seniors saw a play today and I compared myself to all the characters because their parents weren’t great people with big careers my mom always tries to encourage me but sometimes she puts me down. I feel as if it was no use of trying to communicate with her. It hurts a lot. I don’t have people there to help me look for who I really am. And college would help me explore my limits. But I know I am more then what everyone sees.
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A story has certain elements:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dramatic_structure
See the section called Freytag's Analysis and the accompanying graphic.
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