Under Pressure.
I feel under so much pressure. I'm really bad at coping with stress, and being a teenager is hard enough (thanks, Media) without all the extra crap from various other aspects of my life.
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I feel under so much pressure. I'm really bad at coping with stress, and being a teenager is hard enough (thanks, Media) without all the extra crap from various other aspects of my life.
Walking down the hall with her head held high, every hair is in its place, sees a friend and she waves hi, wearing a smile on her perfect face.
I sit here, silhouetted on my bed. I pull my brush through my lush, blonde hair, while I look in my mirror. I flash a smile, and keep brushing my hair. I run my fingers through my hair. Soft and...
We are told by society that we have to talk, act and look a certain way. We are told in school that if your not an amazing sports player then your a nobody. But then we are also told no one is...
This is an extract, not a full film. About a girl at the beach you refuses to spend time with her older brother, when she sees the popular crowd on the same beach.
Okay. I can do this Smile. Sigh. I walk through the crowd, surprised that no one has realised my false pretence that I try so dramatically to pull off. Or maybe they have given up on me.
Would i be better if i had brown eyes not green. Or maybe blue eyes as blue as the sea What if I had blonde hair not brown Or maybe red, as red as a ruby Would you like light skin not tan.
She steps out of the shower but leaves the fog on the mirror To hide her eyes from her, self proclaimed, horrible figure She's naked, she cringes, she wants to be thinner The magazines that she...
To start off with she's been begging me to dress up and go to this party she's hosting.
We trust people people too quickly. We fall the fastest and the hardest. We laugh till we cry. Our true best friend is usually an animal. But girls make the best friends.
Like most girls, I wear make-up.
12 years ago everything was simple. Everything was easy. No tears, no pain. No worries about what people will think, no worries about what people will see.