My face was blank. All I saw staring back at me was a pathetic loser; a girl who had issues. I scoffed, displeased at my reflection. Everyone kept telling me to be content with what I have, but I have nothing. I'm a nobody... just wasted youth.
As I twirled on my heel to exit my bathroom, I noticed my fresh scars on my arm. The reddish healed up injuries stung when I ran my fingers over them. Pull down your sleeves, Scarlett I thought, heedfully following my orders. Reaching my bedroom, I routinely shut the door & flopped on my made bed - mom wasn't home yet, so that meant food wasn't ready. I seemed to be the only one in the Santiago family with a driven, but lazy trait. I was also the only one in the family diagnosed with depression, bulimia, neuroticism, & OCD so you could say I was pretty screwed up. The cherry on top was I got abuse from school; those juvenile delinquents called me every name in the book & did just about anything to put me through misery.
I galloped through my own LaLa Land, disregarding any contact to outside world. Suddenly, my door swung open. Slowly but surely, I heaved myself to see the mystery person.
"Oh, hey, mom," I greeted, faintly. She beamed, optimisticly.
"Hey love. Kalani's here," replied my happy mother.
Kilani is my boyfriend for almost 5 months now. I had no idea what he saw in me - but he was my ideal soulmate. He's Hawaiian with a bit of black. His surfer attitude tops everything off. Although, I didn't know what he saw in me, I'd sure be finding out soon.
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wasted youth;
Teen FictionScarlett is the spitting image of perfection, but she doesn't feel it. She isn't rich, liked at school, much less confident. She's a crumbled cookie, a balled up sheet of paper... she's w a s t e d y o u t h .
