The Essay

I pulled out my computer as I entered my dark bedroom. Miss Contetti was my English teacher, which happened to be my favorite class. I could not disappoint her. I brushed my thumb over the space bar and fell into a trance.

"It's not that I would want a different family, I love them. They're supportive and encourage me, even if they don't understand. I do wish I were a different person. Maybe my personality is the issue. I'm not exactly an easy child, I fight my ideas. Maybe if I tried to understand their beliefs? I'm not a Jesus-hater but I don't exactly support him. I love my family, that's a fact, but I don't love myself. It balances out most times. Being a different person would allow me to conquer the world, for now I'll float by, pretending to enjoy the little things."

I pressed submit and closed my eyes, hopefully that's enough.