𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 , niccolo g.

𝟦. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗒

THE PARTY !

────   just because someone makes bad choices that doesn't make them a bad person.  it means they made a mistake and people learn from those.   if you don't allow someone to grow from their actions,  you'll only show them they're as good as their own mistakes.

i had just finished my makeup, it was a party, you wear makeup that'll be ruined before the end of the night is even close to over. that's how you know you went to a party, that and the killer hangover you end up having to tolerate the next morning.

i stood up smoothing out my dress, it was a upper knee, lower thigh kind of dress. it was a red, glittery type of dress. of course i had to make sure it wasn't too short, and of course i had to be careful of how i wore my makeup and what i did.

getting dressed up was like trying to walk on egg shells and it was a real pain. my outfit was finally done and i brought a small purse to hold my phone and wallet inside of it just in case i'd need it.

i grabbed a small black sweater like coverup, since it was late it was a bit chillier but it was cute and went with the outfit so it worked out nonetheless.

i made my way out of my room shutting the door and making way into the living area.   "where are you going?"  my mother asked which caught my fathers attention as he narrowed his eyes at me.

"a party with some people from school.." i explained,  "a party, adelina?  do you really think you should go?"  my father questioned staring at me.     this was gonna work on of two ways and i had no clue how.

"they're all people from school, and parties are seen as cool.  if i'm cool at school it works better because only good things would go around."  i explained,  i was lying out my ass.   the likeness of anyone actually knowing someone wasn't there was slim unless you were expected to be there.

my father seemed to think about it,  "you better watch what you say and do." he warned,  they were fake threats,  i knew that.   but i still just nodded my head and listened to him. 

"i mean it adelina,   your known as my daughter.  you will not ruin our good name as if it's only yours."  my father explained.

always the same excuse to keep me chained down, i was already aware of that.  i did everything perfectly to keep that name,  i stayed away from those with bad reputations, i mastered getting all A's. 

i've done everything i can to be good,  and it goes under appreciated if i even want to go to a school party, or i want to go hang out.  

it's exhausting fitting everyone's expectations of me while trying to remain who i am as a person.  everyone wants a child a certain way, someone who does something THEIR way rather than a simple way.

there is no such thing as a perfect child, there's only the child you created.  your version of perfect, but that doesn't mean that it's everyone else's version too.

"have fun at the party, adelina.  please just be safe."  my mother spoke,  she was more lenient she didn't care about a label.   my father?  he cared more about his figure than his family.  his label had to be perfect, as did his family.  me and my mother were practically obligated to be perfect from his perspective and it made everyone miserable.