A's P.O.V.
I'm pretty sure I sang the hole day. I was so happy. I mean also the furniture showed up, but we were going somewhere. Unplanned, we're just gonna walk around find a bar and chill.
Well I'm sure Em planned, but I didn't. I want to get lost it the city lights. Lost in the noise. Lost, to feel what's it like to be insignificant, to feel so belittled. I've never been, but I wish to feel so important, but free. Free from worry, free from the restraints of life. To be free.
I decided upon wearing a band shirt, its 5 Seconds Of Summer. I'm wearing dark blue jeans with no fading. My shirt is light blue, and loosely hangs over my breasts. The neck line hugs my neck, and the selves fall to my elbows. The pants hug at my legs, making my thighs and upper butt look amazing. I'm still ugly, I'm still fat. No one could love me. I'm a hideous person. My flabby belly, and arms, my ugly face. I'm hideous. My shoes, boots, black latch able boots, the tip point out at the toes.
M is wearing a gray speckled gray and black shirt. It's design is the fours houses of Hogwarts, she's convinced she belongs in Slytherin. The neck line hugs her throat and the sleeves fall to her elbows. The shirt falls loosely not showing any of her curves. Making her look like a stick with boobs. Her jeans are light blue, and only fade at the knees with rips at the knees and lower thigh. They hug at her shins and lower leg. They show off her hips and butt. She looks better than me all the time, and I can't even. Her shoes the same Demi converses from Saturday.
Em is in a dark blue shirt, with the words "I'M JUST LIKE YOU. Only smart and better looking" written on it, in big white letters. The shirt hugs at her neck and the sleeves fall to her elbows. The shirt caves in at her sides, but she still looks bigger than she is. her jeans, are similar to her skinny black one except these have cuts from upper thigh to lower calf. Homemade ones, and they range from small sideways and up and downs to huge sideways and up and downs. It looks very ugly, but she wears those pants on days we go out, and will definitely keep her from getting laid. Her shoes are a light blue, their old and falling apart, she uses hot glue, super glue, and duck tape to keep them looking niceish.
We payed for a taxi to take us to a popular street with plenty of bars and clubs, to hang around. Theirs also a fun places. I mean only Mel and Em, would want to go to Build-A-Bear Workshop at the age of nineteen. It's very funny. I want to go grown-up places and they'd rather gamble at Chucky Cheeses. Their such children. I mean I have problems I'm not all happy fucking Doo-daa-day. I hate my life. The world is ugly and horrible. It turned sweet little me into this ugly waste of space. I'm so stupid, so ugly, no one loves me.
The road is easily half a mile long. I hate walking. I should've wore comfortable shoes.
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