Whoa Baby

Chapter 3- Converting the Good Girl

Whoa Baby.

Chapter 3- Converting the Good Girl

"Life isn't about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself." ― George Bernard Shaw

Like in every town in a romantic or dramatic novel where the person would run off to in attempt to escape from his or her problems there is a deserted location of a hill, cliff or waterside view of some sorts. Our town too has this. A typical cliché, off the road strip of land nick named "Sunset Drop Off" or what every teenager at Avon high would say instead, the Drop Off. No one really cared for the beautiful sun set it displayed.

Sunset Drop Off. Two miles before it crossed over to the next town. Teenagers come here all the time on weekends or after games to party and hang out. Maybe because no one really came down the road beside it or because it's just on the brinks of our oh-so-lovely little town. It's a private little peaceful place and right now that's what I wanted. Peace. A place where no one would come find me to argue with me. A place where I could just continue to imagine my mental battles. Alone. In peace.

When I parked my car someway close to the spot I wanted, I got out and grabbed a blanket from the trunk. I placed it on the grass, sitting comfortably upon it and looked out to the sun. It was blinding, and sometime within the hour it should be setting.

For once in my family I wanted to have my own opinion and not be judged upon them. The world is changing and you just have to cope and move on with it. 740,000 teenage girls in the US get pregnant every year. It's not frowned up like it was back in the fifties. It's almost become normal! Same with gay marriage. Sensitive topics with my family.

My opinion in all this: if it doesn't affect me do what you want to do. If it makes you happy than I can cur with it. Do I like it? No. It goes against my religion. It should be, like God wrote in the Bible, man and women, sex after marriage. But if it makes you happy that's your choice, your life decision, not mine. That's not how my grandmother sees it though. She's strictly anti everything. If it's not in the Bible it's a work from the devil.

My grandmother is such a hard ass. Yes she's entitled to her own opinion but you can't just start going about hating people and getting into arguments with people who don't agree with you! That's how fighting starts! Stop trying to force people into accepting your point of view on things because most likely they already have formed their opinion about it.

I pushed my hair out of my face as the wind kept coming and going. Life is just boring. My life is boring. That's why I can't wait to move out to College. I can't wait to experience new things and be part of the world and find myself on my own. I want to learn about things on my own. I want experience! Adventure! Spontaneous events that I can go back on my life and think 'oh member that time when!' My life is filled with: I hung out with my family, I went to church, I did something for the church, I went to school- boring, boring, boring. I guess-

"Mind if I join you?" A voice calls out. Startled I turn around, my heart thumping in my chest rapidly. How did I not hear that car park behind me?

The car door slams as I look over to some dark blue or black Jeep parked right next to mine. Who is that? I squinted to the person responding with a confused, "Yeah, sure." Looking at the boy for a couple more moments the boy had a striking resemblance to JC Ace. Is that JC Ace?

The JC look alike sat on top of the hood of his car, digging for something in his pockets. I turned back around, looking at the view ahead of me. I think that is JC Ace! From behind my back I heard the sound of a lighter clicking a couple of times. Great, now I'm a victim to second hand smoking.