My story "That's just me," isn't really about me. It's just a story by the way:)

That's just me

I was told to write a story about nature and it’s beauty.

So I decided to write about myself.

My name is Megan Gomez. Meg for short, Mega-gorgeous for long, and Megan if you just want to be casual.

So now I’m in science, and Ms. Lopez, obviously my science teacher, just assigned us a report about nature and it’s beauty. The only real beauty I know is me, Megan Fox (only because she has my name) and the mall. Yes, the mall. You might be thinking, why the mall? Well because, the mall has stores that make things out of nature, and their “beauty?” Whatever, so that’s why I want to make my report on ME.

Here is some info. about me, just in case you don’t know about me, which is kind of surprising:

I love the mall.

That’s pretty much it. I go to Crammer Davis High School, I’m six teen years old, and I got my drivers license last week, yet I don’t have a car. Well I am also the most popular girl in my school, but my life is different. You have probably read all those books where the popular girl bully’s the nerd, and the nerd starts crying and stuff. Well, Im sick of those books saying that the popular girl is always the mean one. Hello? I'm still here. I mean really, what popular girl wants to read about a book about a popular girl that is rude. For those other popular girls, doesn't it make you feel miserable? Well, I am not like those popular girls. I . am. nice.

But I am still like those popular girls in a way. I love the mall, I love beauty cosmetics, love fashion and fashion magazines, and adore clothes.

But again... I still differ and stand out.

Being nice, and gorgeous is not a crime as people say. People think that being popular is a crime. Really? You, well at least I didn't try to become popular, it just happened.

I washed my face in the morning, went to school and a few hours later... I became popular!?

It happened fast, one day your just a geeky kid walking through the hall ways with your dictionary in your hand, and your being bullied by the "jocks," and all of a sudden the next day, poof, your popular? Yeah, right.

Something must have happened, but to tell you the truth, here's my life, I don't care. I don't mean it in a rude way. But once your popular, you really don't care about the past.

Well, I'll be posting more about my popular life later, now I have to go do my make up.