Status: working on it.
My Salvation
The New Lyra
Six bruises: four on my legs, three on the right, one on my left; another on my rib and the last on my upper arm. Six bruises are upon my skin now and it's because of them. To them, I'm a nobody, all because I'm smart and kind of quiet. Sure, I may be in all honors, a straight A student, and in four clubs, but that doesn't mean I'm a "nerd."
High school is supposed to be the best four years of a teenager's life. But, this is the worst, and it's just begun. I am constantly ran into lockers, pushed into the railings of the stairs. Every one else thinks it's so humorous. I laugh it off and pretend that it's all good, but I really am not okay.
From today on, I'm no longer Lyra Goodman: nerd, nobody, smarty-pants, goodie two-shoes. No, as of today, a new Lyra is born. A Lyra no one knows: Lyra Goodman: hot and dangerous.
High school is supposed to be the best four years of a teenager's life. But, this is the worst, and it's just begun. I am constantly ran into lockers, pushed into the railings of the stairs. Every one else thinks it's so humorous. I laugh it off and pretend that it's all good, but I really am not okay.
From today on, I'm no longer Lyra Goodman: nerd, nobody, smarty-pants, goodie two-shoes. No, as of today, a new Lyra is born. A Lyra no one knows: Lyra Goodman: hot and dangerous.