The black hairs of my legs stand out against the white backdrop of my flesh. I can feel the cold wind on the bare skin of my arms and legs. The day was just beginning in a town I like to call home even though people say that my home is with the devil in hell. Sometimes I believe them. I am 17 years old driving to CA yo go to college to study theatre and music. I want to be an actor and a director. I wish that people would stop telling me I'm not the center of the universe.
