Daisy
I was born at just the right time, because now that I'm 17 I fit right in with the times. I always thought that if I was born any earlier and I would constantly feel out of place. My name is Daisy. I'm the type of person to usually keeps to myself. The silence helps me think, and the time alone is exhilarating. The world Is a dangerous place, with so many judgments being made. Keeping in my room is easy. I have only a couple of friends. They stay loyal to me and never have left my side. They are unique and all have high spirits. Keeping them in my life was one way to keep myself grounded. Everyday I pick out my outfit, look in the mirror and I mostly always approve. My jeans look good. My eyeliner is the way I like it. And my shirt flows on me like silk. The summer is my favorite. The hot sun always gives me a toasty burn. The way my skins falls off is kinda awesome. Then I'm left with a nice tan. Bikinis are cool cause the boys get to see a lot, but can't touch. The internal thrill makes me vibrate with happiness. Swimming Is a favorite calming time for me. Having my own private pool makes lounging with my friends so much easier. I didn't like how public the outside pools were so I built one myself. Simple solution.
Maintaining the pools Is a loy harder than you'd expect. Luckily my friends help me out and we keep it the perfect color. I hate it when the city comes around and gives me notes, they bore me to death. Their fancy words and stuff don't help their case. My best best most fabulous best friend is Betty. She always wants to hang, good thing cause I want to hang also. Her skin is the perfect shade and I have dreamed of having skin like her. Matthew is next. His eyes are always staring at me, I swear he never blinks. Sadly even tho his dreamy eyes are nice, I don't like him in that way. He kinda smells. That takes away the charm. Maybe one day I will venture out and pick him up some Cologne. I think that would make him lot better. Then there's Megan, John, Lexi, and Marcos. They all are really great but they don't come up as often. When I'm with any of these people I feel loved, so deeply loved. Safe and happy. My house is my sanctuary. I don't know why more different people come over more often. The outside is a scary place because they always yell at me. I can't figure out why. I remember being like this even when I was little. I don't ask for people's validation. Why would I, I know I'm good an that's fine with me. What other people think is their problem. I really like books, and how the bad guy always gets the good guy. It's always nice to see the world in a different perspective. I read a story once where the good guy finally got a shot and it was amazing. But I kinda bothers me that this world is completely obsessed with things being different. Today went shopping again, I hate having to get stuff for the week, I wish they would just deliver it right to me. So I was pushing my cart around, and in the store as I'm getting my new weekly knife and disinfectant. I look up. I see a tall beautiful ginger girl standing diagonal from me. Then this girl asks me what I'm going to do with them. I thought this was a dumb question. So I gave her a sassy answer. "I'm going cut my fruit, I'm having a party." She smiles and shifts around a little bit. " That's great and hi, my name's Melanie" she says " I wonder why I wasn't invited to your party." She seems polite but I mean I can't just invite her to a personal thing. So it's in couple of day so maybe she can just hang out and check her out. So I ask " Would you like to come over tomorrow, I think we could be good friends" her eyes shifted around then she finally agreed. She handed me a paper with new phone number '8016612475" seems kinda odd if she's never going to use it again to hand this to me. So I prep my house and tidy up my yard. I want to make a good impression. I hope the day goes well.
Melanie
I like to think I'm some what normal. My arms and legs are all in sync with everyone else. My minds goal is to be like "them". Who is them you ask. "Them" are the people that if you don't live with me, you get categorized as. I'm constantly wishing I could be transformable to what people want as the perfect friend, but I'm not. I never ask for validation tho. If I did that, I would show weakness, and then they would cast me a side. I constantly track what they do, drawing what they wear and taking surveys. I always wear light clothes on sunny days and gray clothes on gloomy days. In fall tho I always where fall colors and drink Starbuck pumpkin spice lattes. I think people would say right now "dang, I want one right now girl" I guess people would consider me basic, or a white girl. Trying to be regular. My phone is hooked up to many other girls phone. Getting their texts, seeing what they buy and what they watch. Someone once told me that I'm a stopper. I asked her what a stopper was but she kinda jogged away. She must have been in a rush. So I looked it up and it kept coming up with this stalker word and this totally not me. I dyed my hair red because some of my neighbors are gingers and they seem to be liked and have party's a lot. I have heard about parties. They are some sort of gathering meetings. I get zero invites, which I'm pretty sure are things that make you worthy of coming. I tried to go to this Halloween party that I wasn't invited to. They didn't like my sexy cop outfit. They all were wearing cop outfits too but I guess I just didn't fit in. But I saw posters saying "police department: annual amber alert search" I assumed since amber is a nice orange color and people usually do parties with amber colors. After a while I have gotten used to all of these girly ways. Feminists are a big thing now, and I think they are all about how you body looks. I heard about these girls and found one of their meetings. Went to it bringing a sign saying "pretty girls are the winners." I saw it on Instagram and thought it would be appropriate. They didn't like that either. Then I was going shopping one day, trying to get these new shoes other girls have. So I was standing in the multi section aisle, looking for some Polish for these new shoes. I see this dark blonde, looking a little twitchie. She had her eyes wide, her hands shaking. Really cute tho, and and short. She was grading some disinfectant, looking at a knife that was hanging down. She grabs both and smiles. I ask her. "what you doing with those" she looks at me and smiles with a mean face. "I'm going to cut my fruit, I'm having a party." As she says that I immediately think this will be the first opportunity to be truly invited to a party. I tell her my name and say " I wonder why I wasn't invited to your party." She looks around and was thinking for a second. "Would you like to come over tomorrow, I think we could be good friends." Internally I was so excited, I look around hoping someone would see this. I get a paper and write down my number, I got it because other girls text all day long but I don't have friends. I hand her the paper, and she looks at it like its a jig saw puzzle. I go home and I work on my white girl impression, I bring my swimsuit in case she likes swimming. My makeup looking like a clown. I saw on Instagram that was something very popular. I hope tomorrow goes well.
