Ripped Jeans

She had a dark aura about her. Maybe it was the ripped skinny jeans, or the baggy sweatshirts and tattoos. Or maybe it was her "couldn't care less" attitude and the stench of cigarettes that trailed after her.

Everyone steered clear of her, all with the knowledge that she was better and smarter than you. That she could burn you with a single glare.

She, was nameless yet at the same time had many names.

Her parents called her rebellious, said this was just a phase, the heavy metal, the drugs and dark clothes, but they were wrong.

They called her "alternative" when really she was just a girl who loved ripped jeans.

But she called herself Raven. Just Raven, for she knew no other way to be herself. To her she was no different. If only everyone would agree.

But for now they fear her and maybe, just maybe people envy her for just being herself.

***

Em and I are really proud of this, we love how it came out. Maybe some day we'll write Raven's story, who knows? *shrugs*

Goodbye for now,

~Ally~