I was a typical 13 year old girl. Supposed to be, anyways. I knew alot of myself already. Like how I was pansexual. I knew my identity already, though most kids didn't. My looks?
Well, I'm 5'1, aka short as fuck.
I had my hair in a red to purple ombre, in a skrillex like haircut, except my hair was short. I had 5/8 sized gauges, and wore black constantly. My name is Melanie
My family was a heavily Christian family, And were strongly against my quirks, like wearing black makeup and having stretched ears. But my entire family was shit anyways.
What my family did believe in was arranged marriage at the age of thirteen. My mom who tried her best to find someone in my taste. "Honey, I've picked 5 men.. we are going to meet them all at the lodge that you went to for your helping hands thing." She says. I sigh. "Okay." I mutter. "Get dressed, nicely please, not with all that--" by the time she got to that, I had tuned out. I walk to my room and out some clothes.
I had pulled out my Palisades T-shirt, then some black skinny jeans. I dont know why I'm allowed to wear skinny jeans. I mean, I'm kinda alot fat, so. I then get a jacket on, to cover the cuts on my left arm. I go to my bathroom to put on my make up.
I put black eyeshadow on, then black lipstick. I put in my Motionless In White plugs in, and then Put my ear buds in my ears and listen to Suicide Silence. I look at myself, before sighing. I walk out, and slip on socks and my black converse. I get in the car, sighing. "This is gonna be a day."
We arrived at the lodge, to be greeted By as my mom had said, 5 men. They all had some kind of facial piercing, besides for one. He looked shy.
I stand in front of the guys. "I am Melanie Nessa." I mumble. All the guys fight over who will introduce themselves first. I sigh and take a step back. They soon calm down. I point to a random person
"I am Joshua Treesh. I am 15 years old." He had brown hair and brown eyes. His hair Was the typical scene/ emo hair. He had snake bites.
"Taylor Skyes." He says. "16."
He had long blond hair and blue eyes. He had a septum. His hair fell freely into almost curled look.
"Nik Alan." I get to the boy. "17" he says. He had long green hair, and brown eyes. They were soft. But beautiful, his hair naturally fell into the perfect spot. After that, I hadn't listened to anyone else.
