I am not who people say I am.

People usually see me as sarcastic, mean, vicious, and someone who spoke her mind, unafraid of the consequences my words might bring.

And it's true.

Well, most of the time.

I'm hiding something.

Actually, someone.

I just couldn't give this up easily.

Once I had found out . . .

I grew insistent.

This someone was someone who made me hate my father, but I never blamed.

This was someone who changed me.

I promise you, I'm not getting soft.

It's just . . . different.

This was someone who I actually care about.

Someone who I love.

Someone who I'm not afraid to show my emotions to.

In school, I am Jade West.

The scissor-loving, sadistic, Tori-hating Jade West.

But the moment I reach home, . . .

"Momma!"

I'm that.

Does this have any potential? Should I even continue?

Please Review. God Bless!