You're My Freedom

Prologue

Madison's POV

I'm the girl that sits in the front of the class that nobody likes. They don't like me, I'm considered annoying to them. They call me the teacher's pet. Why? Well, I raise my hand up high when the teacher asks a question and I'm the one who answers their questions correctly.

I'm a model student and teachers wish each and every one of their students were just like me. Straight A's all across the board, acts like an angel and obeys their orders.

I don't want to be this way. I want to be as free as the wind. The will to do whatever I want...but I can't. You might be wondering "why not?" "How come?". There's one answer to that and it's my mum.

I'm seventeen years old. I'm old enough to understand and know what's right from wrong. I should be able to make my decisions and be able to control my life to be honest. Sadly since I'm still seventeen and under age, she still has control over my life. She wants me to be this perfect teenage daughter every mother wants.

The thing is I don't want to be perfect. I want to make my own mistakes and learn from them. I don't want my mum breathing on the back of my neck and examining every move I make.

I want to be a normal teenager. One who is allowed to hang out with friends and go to parties. And even have a boyfriend.

My mum thinks it's stupid to have a boyfriend at this age. I would totally understand her...if I was twelve years old! I'm not twelve, I'm seventeen! Every time I tell my mum that she gets ticked off and sends me to my room. Other times she lectures me about her life. About how she made the mistake of having a boyfriend and getting pregnant with a baby girl.

That's right, she's was talking about me. She told me I was a mistake and that I should have never happened. My dad left her. She raised me herself and she raised me the same way she raises me today. The thing was that she was twenty-two when she was pregnant with me. I understand that's young but, come on!

Since you didn't bother to do the math, she's thirty nine. She works in this huge company and gets paid a load worth of money. I'm lucky to say that we live in a really big house with four bedrooms and a pool, not that we can really use it since it's always raining here in Bradford. We're pretty wealthy I guess, but money can't buy hapiness. I don't live with just my mum, I live with my step-father or (what I call him) Robert and his son, Mitchell.

Mitchell and Robert are both American and moved down here with us when Robert and my mum got married. Robert is nice and all and will try to cut me some slack since my mum is the way that she is. Mitchell on the other hand is rude and hates my guts, just like everyone else in school. He immediately became the popular guy because of his American accent and his looks at around year 9. He makes my life at school and at home ten times harder than it really should usually be.

Can't wait 'til I'm eighteen, only 330 days more to go.

Do you guys like it? I don't know. Does it seem interesting for you to read? Please comment and vote, I would really like feedback on this. Thanks.

-Anna xx

(There is a picture of Madison on the side)