People are always saying how life is like a beautiful journey. There's ups and downs to it but that just makes it even more of adventure. Its like that for most lives except for mine. some how mine got a little fucked on the way. some people compare their lives to rivers but i think mine is mostly like rapids. pushing and pulling me every which way. i just have no control, but maybe that's the fun part about being me. i never know whats going to be thrown at me next.
So i was born in a small town of Kleinford. That was about sixteen years ago and since then ive lived in that town until just last year. My mother moved because she thought it would bring more opportunities. I guess it did in a way. We moved to a house in a pretty populated town. the house smelled of pain and felt soulless and cold. My mother and i tried our best to cover the bare walls in old pictures and decorate the windows with curtains but it was hard to mask the feeling of emptiness in that house.
My mother and i are all that's left of our family. My dad cheated on my mother when i was six and i never saw him again. my brother had gone to college to start a life of his own just last year. I guess that's why me and my mother moved out.
My mother is a strong woman. In a way i absolutely envy her. her beautiful green doe-like eyes are wondrous. her dark silky hair flows over her shoulders in waves and her thin tall body makes look something like a masterpiece.
I must have gotten my fathers features because i am nothing like her. I do not stand with poise or perfection. I'm short and should be working out. my smile is awkward and my brown hair is always falling into my face and quite a battle to tame.
My life sounds pretty normal but believe me its not.
