Wake Up

Beginnings

Small towns call for small minded people. Which means everyone lives according to how their either expected to live or by how they feel they would get the most attention from. Especially high schoolers, all they ever want is to be seen. Take it from me, that one girl in the back of the class. Long blonde and black hair with golden hazel eyes with a green tint.

 Most wouldn't refer to me as normal. Especially when it comes down to the fact that I read in Cemetery's. My mom may actually be worried about me, but I could never tell. She's always too busy drowning herself in alcohol to even notice I've gotten a few tattoos. I'm not one you would find socializing with others very often, unless needed. Or on occasion if you've seen me with the few friends I managed to find somewhere in an ally.

In most stories the main character normally has a crush and by coincidence its the damn "Bad Boy" or the schools "Golden Boy." Not me. Sorry, I don't like to waist time on such unneeded  assets in life. Why waste time and get your heart broken at such a young age, when you can just finish your education and do something with your life? I used to tell myself this every day, every week, every year. Until I believed it, so here I am, a teen who feels she doesn't need a soul to survive off of. My whole purpose as far as I've been told is that I have to become some-ones loving and caring perfect little hometown wife. A woman who knows the man she "Loves" is cheating and yet she sits there and takes all the abuse. Goes to all of their sons soccer games, their daughters Ballet recitals.

Those are the expectations where I live. Women are expected to take the shit men throw at them.

 Sorry if I don't meet your standards. But you can fuck off... Because until it looks like I give even the slightest flying rats ass, please let me continue living in this hell while defying you.