Why is life so complicated? I'd bet a billion bucks everyone has thought that before. But me? It seems that's all that i think about. There really is nothing else to think about except all the problems in my life. My name is Faith, I never really liked that name. Everyone thinks it's so cool but to me, Faith reminds me of religion. Its also the complete opposite of me, I give up on everything. Life is never easy...which brings me back to why is life so complicated.
Im 16 and i have it all set out. After i graduate from Pershing high school, I'm going to get a scholarship to Stanford and I'm going to become a doctor and work at Westcare Pediatrics in Manhattan, where i'll meet the perfect guy on the train ride back to Brooklyn. Me being my clumsy self I'll bump into him, our eyes will meet and we won't ever be apart from then on. I'll live happily ever after with some creepo from the train station, that's what always comes to mind at the end of the dream. Life is never that easy for me, and it's no way as simple as that. As a matter of fact I don't even want to be a doctor. I want to start my own metal band, run away from home to go on tour. Become a rock legend, meet the rebel guy and live life to the fullest.
That would never happen either. I'd be a fool to think that I would ever be that lucky. Besides these kinds of things are so rare, they don't even play them in movies anymore.
**beep x5**
"Ugh shut up!!" My stupid alarm clock is annoying, I need to get a new one before I wind up smashing it to pieces.
I walk over to my closet pick out whatever isn't in the laundry and throw it on. I plug in my hair straightener and 10 minutes later my hair is reddish-brown and straight, instead of the ugly mess I woke up with. I run downstairs to the bathroom; brush my teeth, sneak through the kitchen to my best ability...
"Hey, did you eat break--"
"Sorry mom, can't gonna be late for school" Yeah right as if being 40 minutes early is late.
I don't like being home. For one thing my brother is annoying, he's way too overactive. He could run 50 miles and be like "Can we go to the park". Of course my brother is the youngest of the family I have to remember he's only 6 and I can't break his legs because my mother would throw me out. On the other hand, im practically trapped. Whenever I go inside my house I want to go right back out because I know that I won't be able to go back outside unless my parents are with me, they're that protective.
After what happened over the summer of my 13th year they seem to never trust me. Just because I was hanging out with some boys doesn't mean I was having sex with them. Ugh, the nerve! Now I can't hang with anyone on the block, I can't go anywhere alone and I can't see Luis. I love Luis, he's amazing. When I see him my heart cries out at how beautiful he is and how he makes me feel. I talk to him over aim; it's the only way I get to without my parents finding out.
I walk through the doors of Pershing High and walk to the lunch room. It's just me and like 8 other kids. Yeah that was so worth waking up at 6, taking 2 buses and walking 2 blocks.
"Wow. I live the farthest away from the school and I still manage to get here before anyone else." I say aloud to myself, not like anyone's paying attention anyways. Three-fourths of them are Chinese sitting together on the other end of the room and the rest is just me and some lame ass kid sitting alone eating and reading. God I hope I never turn out to be like that.
So I just sit there enjoying the silence, knowing that it doesn't last long. The silence helps me focus. If it's too noisy you could tell me to read a sentence 800 times, I would never know what it's about.
All of a sudden I wake up from my spaced out mind to see my best friend waving her hands in front of my face.
"Hey Valerie, oh my god im so tired"
"Yea I can see that, so how are you and 'you know who'?" She says secretively in a conspicuous way.
"We're good, and you know you can say his name" I laugh
"Yeah I know, but I prefer to say it that way. By the way what happened with you and Raff I thought you liked him and now you're saying you love Luis?" She seems worried...?
"Well I kinda don't like him anymore. I know, I know. I was all over him before but now that me and Luis are, I guess, together again I don't like him anymore. I love Luis now and that's it."
"Okay we'll see because we just had vacation so when you see Raff and talk to him tell me. Okay?"
"Fine. Anyways how are you and Drake doing?"
Valerie and Drake are made for each other. They are inseparable; they are in love like I've never seen anybody before. However the more love the more problems. I always help them with their problems and it seems the more problems I help them with the more problems they get. One problem is that they are never alone. There is always someone with them no matter what.
"We're doing good, I guess." She says as we start to walk up to homeroom.
I turn and I see Raff talking with one of his friends. My heart skips a beat but I quickly calm down as I realize how I must look staring at him all weird.
"I saw Raff." I say to Valerie
"Funny how you still notice him in a crowd."
"Oh, stop" I say blushing. "I do not like him, not anymore you know that. "
"Sure."
I grunt and smirk at Valerie. God what am I going to do, I can't still like Raff. I love Luis.
I turn and look back half hoping he's still there, but of course he's not. I turn dissapointed, more at myself than the fact that he's not there. I can try to hide it but I can't deny the fact that I still have feelings for him.
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The sad thing is...this whole thing is based on a true story.
