As always

First day of my senior year.

5 long years have I been waiting for this day. "Waiting" like in wanting the other years to go faster because I wanted to finally start my last year and move far away from here, become a popstar and live like a Queen.

Okay, maybe that wasn't completely my plan, but that's how I've been imagining it for 5 years now.

Not that I'm complaining about my current life, I mean, I have a pretty good life. I'm one of those kids that doesn't care at all but people still like me. I can literally hate someone and show it but still he'll do what I want. 

Speaking about doing what I want, last week Ash and I stole my dad's car and ran away for 3 days, but dumb me, I used my creditcard so my parents knew where we were..sucks.

Ash is my best friend btw, we met in kindergarten, we both came late and we had the same surnames, Woods.

But let me start with myself, I'm Let Woods, Violet actually but I don't like it when people call my by my full name. I'm 17 years old and today is the first day of my senior year. Please don't think I'm one of those skinny famous bitches, totally not. The thing is that I really don't care you know, like people can say whatever they want and still I'll do what I want.

Like I said, I have ben waiting for years now to start this day, like it's a new start but the thing is, now it's here, it doesn't feel special anymore. its 7:00 am and I'm still in bed. If I stay one more minute in it, my mom will literally come up an drag me out of here.

So, as said I throw my blanket from me and stand up. I take some clothes out of my closet and walk to the bathroom. I really look like hell, my hair decided to stick out in every possible direction. It's not really my thing to do something with my hair beside just brushing it, but for one time I really need it so I search for my straightener and plug it in. After 20 minutes my hair is done and my black make up is on point.

When I walk downstairs, I can smell bacon and eggs. My mom is such an angel. She doesn't work, but still she gets up every day to make breakfast for dad & me.

"Hi mom!" I give her a hug.  "How are you today?" My mom left her work 2 years ago when she was diagnosed with breast cancer. She had her left breast taken away. Since then she's focusing on the little things in life like making breakfast or working in the garden, you know what I mean? She really is a better version of herself since. 

" I'm okay, what about you, Violet?" she smiles and answers with my full name. She's also the only one allowed to do it, even my dad says Let.

"Wonderful, today is the first day of my last year mom, only about 190 days left." She laughs by herself and shoves a plate with bacon and eggs next to a glass  water.

"How's Carl?" I ask. Carl is my older brother, he's 27. He already lives on his own with his wife and little boy Jamie. I haven't seen him in so long, but I barely came home this summer. I heard them talking on the phone yesterday but was too lazy to get downstairs.

"He called last night to announce that Charlotte is pregnant again!" My mom clapped her hands clearly excited. I don't know what it is, but I don't like little babies at all. I do love children, like 4-5 years old, little balls of energy but I can't stand little babies, all they do is cry, eat, sleep and shit.

"Yaay, another one." I say a bit sarcastic. Not that I'm not happy for them, but I just don't understand why  people would go for another baby when the one they already have is still just crying and eating.

"Don't be mean Violet, they at least have normal plans for the future." she smirked. Well, about that.. What she meant was that what they did was going to university, got a really good job, bought their own house and live a happy-family life and what I'm planning to do is a bit different than what she imagined me to do after I graduate from high school.

I always wanted to be more than just an average human being. I imagined myself as someone people will  talk about (in a good way of course) and wonder what her next step will be to become more successful.

So I've been experimenting with my talents.

In 4th grade, I tried with my moves. My mom thought it'd be great to have a sweet girly daughter so she went with me to ballet class. The firs lesson went amazingly well, but then shit went down.. During the second class I got into an argument with one of the girls so she pushed me while I was doing some sort of weird pose. I broke my leg and wrist and that's where my dance career ended.

In 7th grade I tried gymnastic, but it just didn't suit me so I played soccer for 3 months but broke my leg again and after that the doctor forbid me to ever play soccer/basketball/... like basically all the sports because if I broke my leg one more time, it wouldn't end well.

That was my sport career, in 8th grade we went on vacation to Africa and I thought that I had found my perfect plan : voluntary work in Africa to help the people there rebuild their houses and stuff but after a week, I got bored so I was back to nothing.

My mom kept telling me I don't have to search for my future because it's already here. What she meant was that they want me to take dad's company over. She wants me to study law and just to do what they do their whole life, take too much money for nothing actually.

But then in 9th grade I found my passion, music. It's a funny story actually, I loved music since day one but never thought about doing something with it myself. When my "boyfriend" broke up with me in 9th grade, I started writing songs. But only writing wasn't satisfying  enough, so my mom found me a guitar teacher and I learned how to play.

Since 9th grade I've been playing and writing the whole time. It helped me so much to go through the breakup, looking at it now I laugh at myself for how stupid I was to cry about something so pathetic.

Of course my parents were happy that I finally found something I liked, but what didn't make them happy at all was the fact that I was planning on making it my job. I wasn't planning on going on with school and my parents see it like a waste of life.

"I'm not mean, I'm just saying that Jamie is still so young, why can't they just wait 2 years?" I lightly began to feel annoyed by her. Why on earth can't she just be happy that I'm happy and want to follow my dreams.

I take the last piece of bacon and shove the plate away. I walk around the counter and give my mom a kiss on her forehead, she sighs knowing that no one can change my mind about that.

When I pull on my shoes, I can hear Emily beeping outside my door to let me know she's there. Em is my best friend, or maybe even more, like a soulmate.

I've known her since 4th grade, she was the one that pushed me in ballet class. That was how our friendship started.

"Bye mom!" I shout last time and wave, grabbing my backpack and slamming the door shut behind me. I walk trough my gate and step in Ems car. I have my own car too, but we prefer to ride together, so we change one week she drives, one me.

"Ready?" I ask. I look at her and we both burst into laughter, the question was not necessary because she, exactly like me, couldn't be more ready nor happy that this day finally was here.

The first day of our last year.