"Tali get down here now!"
What did my mom want now? I was finally doing something innocent; I was just listening to music. No it wasn't some up-beat kiddie songs that would please my parents, but it wasn't like I was doing drugs. I started walking down the stairs.
"I thought you got rid of those jeans." my father said from the living room couch.
My parents are super uptight and religious and because of that they hate everything about me. They hate my dyed, jet-black hair, the make-up I "paint" my face with, and the clothes I wear. Basically, they hate me.
"Nope." I responded as I plopped down on the opposite couch.
"Young lady, you know I told you those jeans we're way too revealing." my dad said sternly.
"They're skin-tight jeans with a couple of holes, chill." While saying that I was texting my secret boyfriend, Michael. He was a secret because my parents don't know about him and would kill me if they did, like I care.
"Put your phone down and listen to your father!" my mom snapped at me.
"Alright, alright!" I put the phone to sleep and continued to say "So, why am I here?"
"Your father and I have talked about how out of control you are and-"
"We're sending you to boarding school this summer unless you change your ways!" my dad interrupted.
"What?!" my worst nightmare was coming true, "I'm not gonna wear some uniform and wake up at the crack of dawn!"
"Well we're tired of you skipping church, and going out to parties, and sneaking out, and drinking-"
"Mom, I don't believe in God to begin with and I only sneak out 'cause you don't let me have a life." I was now interrupting Mom.
"Well, all you have to do is change your harmful ways. You can start that by stop wearing those revealing clothing."
My mom was being so fucking annoy at this point, I didn't care what came out of my mouth.
"Why don't you just call me the whore you really think I am?!" and with that I had enough and ran up to my room and locked the door.
I screamed into my pillow. Why was I so imperfect toward my family? I got up and walked up to my full-length mirror to judge myself.
I started with my hair: it was pin-straight and only got wavy after sleeping 'til noon, which was the usual on the weekends (and sometimes weekdays). Then I went to my ears and eyes. My ears are pierced twice; the first was approved by my parents, but the second was the first thing I ever did behind their backs, hah. Oh jeez, my eyes. I hated them. They're sort of almond-shaped and blue. The blue didn't go with my now big, black hair that used to be a strawberry blonde, so I begged and begged for purple contacts, but of course it wasn't accepted by my parents and were too expensive for me to buy myself, but I'm saving up. My eyes were also coated with eyeliner and topliner. Next my nose and mouth. Let's just say they'd look better pierced and my teeth we're okay I guess, after three years of braces I mean. My face in general was okay. My mid-body wasn't that great either. My stomach was flat like the rest of my body, including my boobs. They're freakin' A-cup because of my high metabolism, or so I think. I didn't even get my first period until I was fifteen and I'm seventeen now! I have absolutely no curves in my point of view. My arms and legs were also really thin, but cut-free unlike my friend's. That's the only thing I really like about myself to be honest. My parents use to think I cut because I where lots of jewelry; they didn't understand that was part of spunko fashion.
Just incase you were wondering spunko stands for scene, punk, and emo. They didn't get a lot of spunko fashion. They wondered why I always wore ripped skinny jeans and "weird" graphic tees and tank tops instead of dresses and skirts. And they always wondered "Why the one earing and long necklaces?" Let's just say the didn't get a lot of things about me.
After judging myself, well my looks, I started texting Michael again. He was the cutest thing ever! He had perfect black scene hair and the deepest, darkest brown eyes. I love holding hands with him while looking up into those eyes. And his pierced lip just turns me on.
"Tali! Dinner!"
It was annoying brat of a sister, Kelly. She was the angel-child sent from heaven above.
I walked into the dinning room and it was awkward with six beady eyes staring at me. I just ignored though and barely ate, I was too busy texting Mikey, that was the nickname I gave him; he doesn't really like it, but I love it.
"Honey, why don't you put your phone down and eat?" my mom suggested as if nothing went down before.
"Fine," I gave up so easily this time because Mikey had to shower anyways.
"So, tomorrow's church and it would be nice if we all went," my mom said with a chessy grin.
I knew where this was going.
"Mom, I don't believe in God. I don't think it'd be a good idea to make me get all dolled up for something I don't believe in."
"Why do you believe in the devil anyway?" my dumb sister questioned. She was in the phase of "Why this," and "Why that?"
"Because Satan accepts everyone." I replied.
"Jesus accepts everyone." she debated
"Not homosexuals."
"Alright that's enough." Dad intercepted the conversation.
All was silent until after dinner when Mom pulled me aside.
"Please just go to church with us, just this once?"
"No mom. I don't even have anything 'appropriate' to wear if I went." I was trying so hard not to start some big fight.
"I have some nice clothes-"
"No, forget it." and I just walked away up to my room. Besides church time was the only time for Mikey to come over and cuddle with me.
I took the longest shower that night, trying to think of ways to stay out of boarding school without losing my spunko personality and the fun of staying out late and partying. I also decided to tell Mikey the bad news tomorrow in person because of his horrible temper.
"Ugh, let's just see what tomorrow brings us." I said to myself as I closed my eyes to fall asleep 'till noon the next day.
YOU ARE READING
Sober Up
Teen FictionTali Higgins is a seventeen-year-old, spunko girl. she parties hard and sneaks out a lot. Worst part is, her parents are super religious and disagree with every little aspect about her. Because of this they're sending Tali to boarding school for the...