Flawed

I was popular.
And everyone thinks they know what it's like to be the popular kid - the boys, the parties, the looks.
No one ever tells the story from my point of view, but always from the kid who happened to blame me for some evil thing I supposedly did.
I gave up everything to be this person, a kid who's known among others, who was able to make a name of herself because she never seemed to be good enough at home.

So, this is my story. The real one.

The one from the popular kid's point of view, and I'm a lot more flawed than you'd think.