A pearl is something flawless and perfect.  It's like a brand new sheet of white copy paper.  People want a pearl.  They're worth a great value and look impeccable.  What I don't understand is why my name means 'pearl'.  Every time I write Megan at the top of a paper the last two words my my thinks of is flawless and perfect.  I've made my mistakes.  Maybe on too many.  I am as far away from perfection as the earth from the sun.  My mom always tells me how pretty and special I am.  But her words don't make up for all the comments, rumors, and hurt feelings 've received.  If anything I am like a weathered, chipped rock.  Staying strongad trying not to let the bad things faze me.  The only thing I'm certain of is I am not a pearl.