21st August 2029
Dear Universe,
I just noticed how selfish I am. All of these have been about me, pretty much. I don't think I've even mentioned my parent's names.
It's Audrey and Mark by the way.
I know, they're not very 'hippie' names, but your name doesn't make you who you are. It's just a label. Speaking of labels and hippies; that boy Wyatt (remember him?), well a day ago he came up to me at lunch and asked me if my parents sat around naked in my garden smoking pot.
I punched him in the face.
He grinned and winked at me.
If he had asked me if my entire family did it, then I would have told him yes - because it's true. I've been doing it with them ever since I was born, I was born in that garden. And just because I'm now a fifteen-year-old girl; it doesn't mean I should change who I am.
Oh, my fuck. I'm talking about me now. I'm such a selfish bitch.
Okay, bye for now,
Cosmo
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Short StoryIn which Cosmology writes about her life. {short story #80 - 3rd January 2014 & humor #242 - 28th December 2013} © belora / bee s. 2013