You made to your junior year of High School. I could not be any more proud of you. You had a lot of things that you had to go through, but you are here, from your mother being sick to not making the Cheerleading Team, to finding out that sometimes you need to not put you two cents into things that does not concern you at all.
Another thing that you need to learn is stop trying to be in the "in crowd" sometimes being in the in crowd can make you become into something that you don't want to be, it's totally okay to not be apart of that craziness. I so glad that you became a lot more mature during this time, you are starting to realize that the friends that you thought you had was just using your kindness as a weakest and you pulled yourself away from that.
After you didn't make the Cheerleading Team, You took out all your anger on the wrong people. You almost lost some of your friends because of something that you were not meant to be apart of, you realize that what you were built to do something else, soccer. You had the best times of your life, you got belief in yourself and built friendships that will last a lifetime. You also realized that you had a DEEP love for fashion and you wanted to pursue this as a career.
You gotten ridiculed by some of your classmates by being too smart, but you never let that get you down. Being smart kept you out of trouble and not getting yourself into situations that you could not get yourself out of.
And finally, the whole boys thing. You had a crush on the same boy ever since you were in middle school. People tried to tell you that he was not the one for you, but you didn't listen, just like your mother said, "A hard head makes a soft behind. I'm so glad that you gave that jackhole up and waiting for God to right you a right and Godly man.
Well I must say you came a long way, You are a caring, intelligent, absolutely beautiful, loving, fashionable, and well rounded young woman. I know that were will a success with that mind set and a beautiful soul and heart to help many people as you can.
Love Always, Breanne.
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