Be who you are because if you aren't then who will be?

On February 10, 2000 I was born. Yes I know this is a little out of order but I wanted everyone else's story before mine. I am fairly short, everyone feels the need to point it out, but I'm perfectly happy the way I am. Many people have taken to saying that I look and act a lot like a certain person mentioned beforehand in this book, the second story written. It all started in the summer, I was texting Michaela, I said “I don't understand why people say I am exactly like McRae. Like our personalities are little similar, the only thing that looks the same is the hair color and type, eye color, freckles, and we are both fairly short.” She told me “I think you guys are the same when it comes to personality.” Thus came forth a three month debate about my own personality, it's not like it's an insult, but if you ever call me that I will not agree for the simple reason that I want to be myself, no one else. I mean she is a great person, but I don't want to be her, I want to be me, Kelsey Marie East, because after all that's who I was meant to be. The happiest I have ever been was second semester of last year, for me that's when I made connections with people that will last for a long time and it was when I really broke out of my shell. On the contrary the saddest time in my life was middle school. In those years so many things happened, I was bullied and rumors were spread because I told the truth about someone. In sixth grade I received a note saying I was annoying, to this day I still worry that I am. Then in seventh grade, this boy who I had a major issue with (I won't go into details) kept harassing me. I was in seventh grade, I was as innocent as a rose, but this boy was just lucky I had some sense because I just about hauled off and decked him straight in his little ugly face. Then, in eighth grade, we stood up in choir and said what we wanted to be when we grew up, I stood up proudly, and said “I want to be president.” I heard the two girls snicker and say “yeah right” I sat down and buried my face in my knees then, by what seemed to be a miracle, I got called out of class for something. My favorite childhood memory is working with my grandpa in the summer, he would take me with him to jobs, we would go to Beverly lumber, we would sit in his shop and I would draw on the scrap wood and he would hang them up, and we would eat Popsicles by the dozen.