I never contemplated my meaning on earth more then the moment I left my hometown. San Francisco, CA had been my home for my last 16 years of living. Although I never quite fit in to that cali girl stereotype, it was all I've ever known. My cascading dark brown curls, slim waist and big hips were never fully accepted. While I looked like that, my cali colleagues sported straight bleach blonde locks and an all around slim figure. Even though I couldn't achieve that body stereotype, I did my best to achieve their sleek fashion sense. I wore a mid-calve length circle skirt almost every day, pairing it with different button up blouses with pearl and crochet detailing on the peter pan collars. Through all my hard work, I got some cool rich friends and became quite popular. I hung out with my friends during school and occasionally went to a party with them, but honestly I felt I was only there for show. I don't think any of us actually felt like we connected with each other, we were just there to feed off of each others popularity in order to gain a certain image. Although they weren't real friends, I'm grateful for them. My introverted personality wouldn't have made it without them. It took me long enough to fit in and make friends in my hometown, I can't even imagine what it's gonna be like in my new home.
Moving was never my plan. I had just finished my sophomore year when my mother and father broke the news that the gas company that my father worked for had fired him. I was never told exactly what led his boss to make that decision. I was just told that he was fired and that he already had new work lined up in Tulsa, Oklahoma where we would move to in 2 weeks time.
That all leads us to this point in time. Me looking out the back car window of our 1958 pontiac station wagon and thinking about what I was leaving behind. Best friends? No. Crush? No. Hobby? No. Anything? No. In the 16 years of my life in San Francisco, I did nothing. I was a nobody. No one cares that I'm leaving. No one will miss me.
Now I'm going to an unfamiliar place where no one has ever heard of the whereabouts of Adara Fitz. I'm an alien to them. My life is practically starting over. I need to start to make my mark on the world. When the time comes that I leave Tulsa, I want to be missed.
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Greaser's Girl
FanfictionWhen Adara Fitz's father loses his job, her family is forced to move from San Francisco, California to Tulsa, Oklahoma. Her world was turned upside down when she finds that their normal financial situation is no longer. In Tulsa terms, she was a Soc...
