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Tough is one of the first words that come to mind whenever my friends talk about me. They say I'm tough, strong, funny and talkative. Mind you - I started this new school less than seven weeks ago. They say that about me when I go to school - during our lunch breaks. But today, I realised something. I'm not the tough person they talk about. The person that they're talking about is her.
I had one of my friends come over today. We started talking and I started behaving like I do with my family - the genuine me. The me that I know.
She then looked at me, around an hour after she came. I looked back at her with a bright smile and asked, "what's up?"
Then she blinked a few times, regaining her posture but didn't look at me with that smile - except with a now knowing look. "I saw a side of you that I haven't seen before. I've learnt more about you than I did in all those classes we had together."
Then my eyes went wide and I asked, "what do you mean?" Obviously, I was confused.
"You care about your family, your siblings and everyone. You care about everyone no matter who they are. You aren't the person you pretend to be."
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