Me.

People can label me. Best Leader. Class Favorite. You name it. However, that's not all I am. I'm not just a label, or another number. I'm human. I want most of the same things that everyone else wants.

I want great friends, a loving family, and to succeed. So I work for all of that, and usually hard work pays off.

I'm not perfect. People for some reason try to act like I am. It makes people hate me. I want to do good though, so I do. People get jealous. I can't help that. That's who I am. A hard worker. People get angry, but I don't stop. Because, that's me.

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