We gotta get away

Eva

I just want to go home. I could be surfing right now. I could be running right now. I could be doing anything right now if I didn't have to listen to my history teacher telling me and my class some uninteresting stuff about Napoleon's goddamn life. Outside, the sun is glaring. I hate the way every day seems to be the same. You wake up, go to school, come home, sleep.REPEAT. Sometimes, I feel I gotta get away. Disappearing seems to be my speciality. I simply go crazy whenever I do something too often and too long. Sometimes, I just stay at the beach surfing all night,until the police finds me and escorts me back home . Then, Mom always totally freaks and cries all she wanted was a normal daughter. Well, soz, I don't happen to be a normal, average teenage girl. Karma is a bitch, get used to it. I don't know my Dad, it's only my Mom and me. Momma works full time , so we can afford to live in a ginormous flat in LA. I should be the perfect Inst-girl, all tumblry-like, but I love being me. Even if that's a quirky person:) I'm not that great at school, but that's only my act of protest. Just to annoy the teachers who have to correct my horrible assignment. Even though I could have straight As throughout the year. I look over to my best friend Meredith who is casually sleeping in class. In front of me I see my other bestie, Gabi diddling on her iPhone. Those two bitches are the closest people to love to me. I don't like saying I love someone, that means you're dependant on that person. That's the reason I don't have a boyfriend. Like, duh, if I need someone to give me a hug, I do some sports and I forget about the urge. Yes, sports mean almost everything to me. And the ocean, the endless sea with its calming waves