The Lights were so bright, it was like I couldn't see anything at all. I felt their presences everywhere, their unknown eyes out in the world they were all watching. I stepped out on stage and everything went so black. BAM! A spotlight shined on me and a new wind showed up. I was meant to do this, but was it all worth it? I opened my mouth............ COURTLYN!!!
I jolted awake to find my sister jumping on my bed. Welcome to my life. My name is Courtlyn Rose and I am 16 years old. I live in Hickstown, USA as I call it, but really I live in Cambridge, Kentucky, population 175. I live with both parents, Derrick and Chelsea Rose, and my annoying little sister Camden, who is 8 years old. I'm not quite sure why my parents want to live in Hickstown, but they always say they want us to grow up good. I do believe that I am a pretty decent kid, I never had detention, I get good grades, and I have to many extracurricular activities to keep up with. I thank the good Lord that I was allowed to get my license at 15 because we have such a small town with a graduating class of 25 kids.
"Courtlyn get up, we have to go to church its Sunday." Camden yelled.
" Does it look like I give a rat's ass?" I said putting the pillow over my face. I could feel my sister go crazy because I said a curse word.
" The good Lord doesn't like potty mouths. You could go to hell for that, you know?" my overly dramatic sister said.
" Get out! I have to get ready for prison in 15 minutes." I said pushing her off my bed. She gave me a funny look and left my room and never closed the door. Well that's a great way to start the day. I never told you, but my family is super strict and very religious. I mean occasionally they will let me go out of town to go shopping with my friends, but it takes a lot of convincing. Anyways we go to church on Sunday mornings and Wednesday evenings because we have to stay on the good Lord's good side. Now you probably think I'm some ungrateful witch, but really church wouldn't be so bad if we didn't have to go all the time. I love my religion, but I think one day a week, which is also Sabbath day is sufficient.
As I climbed out of bed I looked in my full length mirror, Man do I look ratchet?! I said to myself. I went to the bathroom I shared with my sister and decided against a shower. So I decided to put my copperish brown hair into a side braid and I washed my face. For make up my mother would go crazy if I put any on, but heck I do it anyways. I put on a little mascara and lip gloss, it made me look a little fresh. I walked into my closet and picked out my white sheer dress for church. As mom always says " Gotta look like an angel sweetie!" I put on my black leather jacket and boots to give me an edgy look and walked down the stairs. I went into the kitchen to find my parents dressed in their church gear and my sister wearing her yellow sundress.
" Sweetie, why are you wearing black on the holy day?" my mother asked.
" If I'm going I am going to add a little bit of my style into it." I said nonchalantly grabbing a granola bar to go.
" I don't really like it, would you please go change into a jean jacket and sandals." my mother ordered.
" No, in Cosmo they said that the edgy black leather is in for fall and this is very warm so I'm keeping it on."
" You better go change before we are late." my father said.
" I just wont go if you wont let me wear it.' I stated.
" Hun, just let it go for now we don't have time for this, but this is not over." my father said to mother and then pointed a finger at me.
We all got into the truck my dad owns, again another way to stereotype us southern, and I was stuck in the back seat with Camden. She gave me this weird look as in she was going to get me in more trouble. I gave her a don't you try anything look or your life will be hell look. And then everything started flowing out of her mouth like diarrhea.
