A Rachel...A Rachel...Thats just how I feel. Im just another Rachel...Just another Rachel in class...in sports...in EVERYTHING! But Yet My life is so diffrent from theirs. Im so diffrent from them. I am me.
It happend yesterday, like it does everyday.
I raise my hand, he, like the emporer of some nation, dictates and anwsers what he chooses. Calls on whom he chooses.
Its me.
"Yes Miss Rachel Thom....I mean Newport."
Another time, Another place.
"You! Run the ball, Cmon Rachel Nels...I mean Newport!"
I mean Newport. Like another part of my name.
Rach! Rae! Rachy!
Which one? Is it her? Her? How about her? Me? Cant be me. Its her. Isnt it?
Its the same, me...her...us...them.
Rachel. A million people turn. Im just a face...waiting... just a face. I turn, they turn...we are Rachel.
She's Rachel the Cute one.
She's Rachel the funny one.
Me...Im Rachel. Rachel Nothing...or if anything the nerd.
Rachel...so common a name....so uncommon a person.
This is a day in the life of a Rachel.
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thats beautiful, but depressing my dear, love u... :)
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