I just don't really care

I walked out the doors with my t-shirt on and a pair of leggings. It wasn't a cold night. I just had an argument with my parents, and I had my house key with me anyways. I didn't really care. I will still go back home. It's just that, they kind of kicked me out so I can think to myself and know what I did or said wrong. Really? That is the whole reason of me staying quiet. You tell me to speak and give you answers, BUT when I do say something it happens to be the wrong thing and then I get smacked. Wow, it amazes me why you would even ask me to 'speak' when I will get smacked. And when I don't give you ananswer at all I would still get smacked.

I walked towards one of the playgrounds, and I forgot that it didn't have swings. What the heck? Aren't all playgrounds supposed to have swings? I decided to walk to a different park that was kind of far and bigger than the last one. I sat on one the swings. This is really one of those times when I just really don't give a piece of fudge about anything, and I let out steam, being in my own thoughts. I have heard about parents struggling with their kids, and I understand that. But really? Even if the parent was stressed or depressed doesn't mean that they can just put it on the child. And so what? The child wants to do their own thing. Is it so bad that the child is growing up or 'maturing'? What? Parents just want to keep the leash short on their kids? That is just horrid.

How do you think the child would be like if they were always sheltered and never experienced anything? Especially when they're in their teens, eh? They don't get much experience. And if they were to actually go out, how would they deal with things they never got the chance to even try or learn? It just pisses me off. It's exactly what I am thinking as I swing slowly. Barely going high. Is it just me or were swings the best thing about a park or playground? I have always loved swings. I quickly stood up off the swing to check if I had my iPod touch. I reached around my whole body and obviously I wouldn't have it. I didn't have any pockets to put it in. I growled in frustration. At times like these I wished I really had a watch.

I walked over to the grass area under a big oak tree and laid down on my stomach putting my head in my arms. I decided to quickly turn myself over and see if there were any stars. I never really understood how people could look for those, constellations?, or shapes of stars, or even where the north star is. To me stars are just stars. A whole different universe basically very far away and may even have other planets that contain SOME kind of living things that are almost like us. Which we will never find out anyways since our world is being polluted and being killed for our own entertainments or selfish use. Even if we tried to save our planet it's not like it's gonna work after all that we have done to it. I mean I am NOT a negative person, or pessimist, but I just think in reality. And really because we can't travel that far. We may have reached some, I'm not saying I am a science genius or that I always look up things about stars, but we have never found one that has any living things in it, or any planets that even allow living things on it.

What a star really is, if you haven't found out already, is like our sun. Only ours is bigger because we are closer to it. The night was so good I just wanted to fall asleep, but I'm not that dumb. I wouldn't sleep out here even if I was paid to. Maybe it would be safe, but I dont really like this area where all the rich people are, or all the big houses are. It looks sort of creepy because of stillness of everything and it's really quiet. This area also has a lot of dogs, it's not like I don't like dogs or anything major, I just don't want to be chased by a freaking dog in between my sleeping time. Got to have my beauty sleep. Even if I am not considered beautiful, which by the way I have been called that. I stood up wondering if my parents really even cared, which I'm pretty sure they do under all of that cranky madness, if I was alright. I will be fine.

What I like to think is that whatever happens, happens, but you do have control of the situation and even if the worst happened what can happen? Other than getting lost and feeling lost? Really... All the stereotyping about certain way people act or live their life. I am sure they aren't that bad. They have to have a reason for doing it. Even if they were totally crazy. I mean the totally psycho, crazy. I am a hypocrite, and yes I know, hypocrites can suck on sour candy, but what can I say? Everyone is a HYPOCRITE. In any kind of way. It just comes back to them talking about themselves. I accept it and I am admitting it. Most of the time, no. But yes it happens all the time. It's not bad. It's just human.

I walked around the rich people houses (stereotyping) and see if any of them were awake at all. I saw this one big house, (irony: they all were big) and the lights were on. I decided to go ring their doorbell, but right when I got on the door step I heard some moaning. Some LOUD moaning. I thought something was wrong at first until I heard, "Oh, I like that, baby. Give me some more, baby!"

I was going to turn, and walk away until I heard the door open to that one big house. The man who stood there glared at me as if I was some peice of poo. I shrugged and decided to actually walk away. The man hollered, "What were you doing at my house!" I ignored him and kept walking away. I heard quick shuffling of feet towards me and I glanced back at him, and kept walking. By the time he reached me I was already a block away, and there was this dog barking from the other side of the fence, making a loud ruckus. I moved even faster trying to get away m the man and the annoyingly loud dog. The man quickly jogged up to me and grabbed my wrist harshly. I was about to yank away and run but he held on tighter, making me grind my teeth hard against each other. I turned and glared at the man. "Mind yer own business, you butt."

He looked at me hard. Scrutinizing me. "You mind 'yer' OWN business, you skank." I had enough. I kicked him in the shin. That was going overboard for me. I wasn't in the mood of playing around with a stranger, and don't mess with me when I am already about to explode.

He let go of my wrist to go and 'tend' to his shin. I rolled my eyes and ran away from him. In that moment, he realized I was let free and he started chasing me forgetting about his shin, where a bruise was sure to appear. I ran as fast as I can. I didn't really know the neighborhood, but that didn't stop me from still trying to escape from this madness that was caused from me wanting to know what the freaking time was. Who knew that time was a killer? I was a runner. I liked to run, but I didn't do it as a habit. That was the downfall. He caught up to me and tackled me. We've been running in the grass for quite a some time now and I was getting tired anyways. Better on grass than pavement. He was on top of me. My back facing him. Luckily I didn't bring anything else with me, like my iPod. Actually, if I HAD my iPod I wouldn't be here now.. I groaned from the impact of him hitting me. I lay there, "You gonna get offa me now?" He laughed, a full hearted, throaty laugh at that. "I quite like this position. Dontchu?" I groaned louder at my frustration of him not getting off of me. "Fine by me. You can go ahead and take some of my lice and let them bathe in your 'oh so beautiful dark brown hair,' which is thick too by the way. He scrambled to get off of me. I smirked. I didn't really have lice.