confessions of a teenager ~drama queen_my young life and hard times

it is sad and shocking fact of my young life that my parents named me Mary Elizabeth cep by mistake. I've known since I was five that my true name is Lola. I don't remember where I first heard it, but I loved it immediately. Lola.... Lola is romantic and mysterious. its evocative and resonant. its unusual- as I am. Mary Elizabeth cep sounds like a posh old English name. having a generous nature I can forgive my parents this error, major though it is. I can see that it wasn't really their fault. they both watch pbs (public broadcasting service) a lot. but that doesn't mean that I have to accept their mistake as final.

my family, naturally, has stubbornly refused to call me Lola.

"marys the name on you're birth certificate," says my mother, "and that's the name we're using."

my close relatives are astoundingly unimaginative, especially considering that we share a common gene pool. but then another more shocking truths of my young life is that no one in my family understands me. they seen to think I'm going through a stage, although even my mother admits that this stage has been lasting a pretty long time. like since I was born. whenever I announce what I'm going to do when I become an actor, my mother laughs and says, "what do you mean by when?"

she calls me the drama queen, though not to my face. I hear on her phone to my dad or her parents.