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Hi, my name is Ao Meng
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| Created: 2007-07-08 21:54:55 |
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**PLEASE READ PROLOUGE**
Mengie? Mennie? Aoey? Meng meng? I could make nothing with my name. No cute nickname or catchy epithet. I would always be Ao Meng, why did I find that so terrible? Probably because you'll NEVER find another Ao Meng in Oak Hills, an uppity part of the city who's population consists of a hundred, anns, kimberlys, and stacey's. Back then, after 13 years of life, the possibility of moving had never occured to me, all I wanted was to fit in. No one thought there was something wrong with me, I did. I turned to my mirror and held up a lock of ink black, stick strait hair. Oh, how I would have loved to have been blessed with bouncey blonde curls, sky blue eyes and cream colored skin. Instead I had eyes as black as my hair, olive skin, and my uncommon (for Oak Hills at least) accent that I'd had since we moved here from China when I was 8. I sighed and moved to the rest of me, my eyes fixed on my skinny body, I looked more like a 10 year old rather than a 13 year old, he.ll, I'd JUST reached five feet a month ago! Well, I'd have to worry about all that later, today was the first day of 8th grade and I hadn't even found something to wear. I slid open one of the drawers from my dresser and rummaged through some tops, LAST year's tops. I pulled on an easy outfit, a blue hollister polo, some black abercrombie shorts, an american eagle sweatshirt and my adidas cap and flip flops. I absolutely HATED hollister, abercrombie, and american eagle, they where too...boring, but EVERYONE was wearing them, so I guessed that I had to also. I swiveled around and faced my bedroom door, leading to the hallway and then to the door of my second rate apartment. I lived in one of the older, dilapedated buildings on the edge of Oak Hills. All the buildings like mine had once been beautiful, but where now old and being torn down to make way for all the brand new, cold, condos that all of my freinds lived in. I sighed and made my way, one step at a time to the front door. That door had never looked so sinister until now. It was that door that would lead to a new year of school, a whole year of social torture. Little did I know that this year ( and perhaps this door) would change my life forever.
should I continue? yes? no? give me some feedback and thanks so much for reading!
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