Last year in middle school. 8^th grade. I swear the last thing I expected was a soap opera. It comes to that time when everyone is beginning to change…whether or not we expected, or even wanted it. With only 26 days left of school, it's time that we're really beginning to take a look at who we are. Who was there. Who we were. We begin looking for things we never thought about before. Although we have always wanted to be something better, to change the flaws we have, or maybe even to make the flaws (somehow) lovable, it's seems like if we don't change for our better now, than we'll never change who we are. But the truth is…we're always changing. Think about how two years ago, five years ago, all we could think about was who was wearing the most orange makeup or what's the newest Barbie going to look like. And now, some people think about who's the next big singer or the hottest guy, and others are going who's going to be there in three years and who should I believe. And now, the end is near, and we begin questioning evenmore. We're all starting to think now's the time to settle the fight or to finally run away, or gain faith. I, personally, have decided that my change will be my confidence (lack there of) and to raise it. To be bolder, to be that person who always just busted out dancing. Instead, now, instead of wishing it, I'm going to be it. No more looking down and saying "I'm to fat to wear something like that," or "She's so pretty, I wish I could be like her." For once, now, I feel pretty. I feel skinny, and I feel accomplished. Yeah, I'm not gonna lie, lately everything's hurt. So has everything before that, though. I mean….why should I have to stop this metamorphosis just because someone told me I'm not supposed to change, I can't do that, or they call me fake? I feel sort of like a caterpillar. You know the green one with the fuzziness on it that was looked at as only cute, or down right ugly? And now that I've taken some time to do some looking of my own…getting out of my circle, you know? I've finally begun to change. I wanna be that black butterfly, but with blue colors, and yellow, red, and maybe even orange…yeah. That sounds so good right about now. The big sidewalk is ending soon. The biggest ended in fifth, and now, the medium sized one is beginning to end. It won't stop me from dancing down it though. Soon there'll be a smaller one, and then, if any, barely one of them. I can't tell you what lies that far ahead of us, although I can tell you this.

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I won't stop dancing.

 I'm going to move, and shake, and laugh all the way till the end. Yeah, I'll fall, once in awhile, and I'll get back up, maybe recovery will be a bit harder, but still, I refuse to beat myself up any longer. I'm not going to hate you for your decision. If you think I'm a fake now (or if you thought I was a fake before) you can think that. I'll still dance. You can dance with me if you like, though when the sidewalk ends, I'm going to spread my new found wings and fly. And I'll dance.

Just for you.

I'll dance.

-Remember that you are an actor in a drama of such sort as the Author chooses: if short, then in a short one; if long, then in a long one. If it be His pleasure that you should enact a poor man, or a cripple, or a ruler, or a private citizen, see that you act it well. For this is your business, to act well the given part. Although choice, it belongs to another.

          -Epictetus