Metanoia

Who am i?

October 17, 2015
It's fall and very cold outside. The leaves have fallen, no trace of kids playing in the playground. Little town, what once was full of laughter and cheeriness, is now a lonely town, quiet, and stable. Maybe it's due to the season. It really doesn't matter anyways, hardly anyone is nice to each other in this town. I live in "New Springs little town" it's barley seen in maps but it's near New York. The population in this town is 3,000 people. I've lived here since I was born. Fun.
I've had a struggle debating weather I should get up and go to school. But ofcourse I got up because it was Friday, last day. See I'm a senior in high school, 18 years old to add. I havnt really planned what I want in my future. I'm not that type of person. Everyone has their collage picked out, and then there's me, I don't even know if I want to go to collage..
Anyways, I get up and take a long hour shower, hot ofcourse. I get ready and do my make up and pick out a casual outfit, (flannel and leggings with uggs) because I feel like being a white girl today. I go down stairs were my family awaits me in the kitchen eating breakfast.
"Hey goodmorning" I said.
"Goodmorning, eat and hurry . We are late" mom said
Here's the thing about my parents, they are those "parent goals" people love , they are so down to earth and chill about everything. They're my best friends. It's awkward but I love them. One thing though, is that ever since I was born people in this town had bullied me saying I don't look like my parents and that I'm adopted. Of cores I've considered that option, I mean I have black hair , my skin color is caramel and I have dark brown eyes. My parents however, they are blue eyed, dirty blond hair, and white skin colored. I know I was adopted because they told me. However, we never spoke about it because I wasn't interested, to me I was their blood.