Unwritten

Mkay, so I'm unsure of where this is exactly going but I really just felt like writing. Soo, we'll see. Comment and tell me what you think, and I just might keep writing. (;

Chapter 1

     My lips are pinched into a fine, tight line as I stand there before my mother.

For maybe, the bazillionth time, I'm forced to "Change that inappropriate clothing of mine! Are you a fifteen year old girl, or a hooker?!"

Out through my nose I exhale loudly, just to make it extra clear that I am not happy. Then I roll my eyes, and leave.

 Every step taken back upstairs, the floorboard creaks with every mad stomp I take. After slamming my bedroom door, I quickly rummage through my wardrobe to find something "decent."

But as I continue to search, I realize that all of my clothes are the same. Low cut jeans, (apparently too low for my mother) tight shirts; either low cut or kindof see through..or just really really tight.

I'm not a slut! But, I suppose I do dress like one. But that's okay you see if that's at the very least only imperfection I can pin on the life of Lydia Hart, it's totally fine. For years I've been encased in my "perfect little family." Never doing anything wrong for them, or bad I guess you could say. And I'm soo sick of it.

None of them ever want to have real fun, except for me of course. I have a baby brother, and a four year old sister. And I guess they have fun too, but obviously it's not exactly the same. Catch my drift?

As I stare at myself in the mirror I notice a little smudge in my liquid eyeliner traced on the bottom edge of my chocolate brown eyes. After fixing that, I reapply my mascara and bronzer. With the tips of the fingers I rub in a little dab of blush to make it look natural. I'm pretty pleased with the way I look today.

My long dark black hair was recently cut into layers, perfectly to frame my oval heart shaped face. So it's kindof wavy and down to my waist. I'm pretty short for my age, but the jeans I have on are cut to my liking; low, slim, and bootcut. And so my legs look a bit longer with these on.

But, unfortunately I'm being made to change them and my deep blue hollister t-shirt, bought at an extra small so that it shows the very bottom of my belly.

Still slightly frenzied from my mother, I hurredly race out of my chosen outfit and quickly replace it with my new dress. It's a rumpled one shoulder plum colored sundress that comes to right above my knees. It's still cute, and even cuter when I add gold accents through my jewelry and a little bit on the shoes.

But at the last minute I stuff my other outfit in my gray and white coach bag, just so I can go against my mothers wishes.

I run out the door and catch the bus just in time, but as I'm riding to school I just droan out all my friends talking about the usual crap. And as I look out the window my mind does a few flips as I conjure up a little fun.

Life, is so short and if you don't take the chances, then what's the point in living?

So today I mentally declare the new secret life of Lydia.

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Okay, so there you have it. There are manyy different ways I can take this story. Tell me what you think. I like to write and if you give me ideas I'll apply them. Shall I keep writing this shindig, or get something else going? Comment please. (: