When in Sochi

My grandmother always told me about the northern lights. The colors that dance in the sky, they are the pinnacle of Alaskan culture.

I stared up at them from my bedroom window and a warm single tear fell down along my icy cheeks.

I hated being a teenager. Sixteen totally killed me.

I glanced at my college program acceptance letters and threw them on the wooden floor with the rest of my junk. Then I kicked off my heels and slumped to the floor in my dress. Winter formal was such a waste. I can't believe I skipped out on a college interview just to have myself embarrassed in front of the whole school.

Ok, maybe not the WHOLE SCHOOL, but in front of my crush. Which is MY WHOLE WORLD.

We were leaning in for a kiss when my two friends Paige and Marilyn zipped down my dress revealing my -AHEM- cardboard chest and screamed that I was finally getting my first kiss. I get it, they were trying to get even with me when I pushed them into the frozen school fountain but STILL. This was CRUCIAL.

"We were joking, Kira!" They laughed. It was no joke. Kira Young is not laughing.

I literally ran home crying, since I can't drive. I know, my parents are TOTES lame.

So there I lay on the floor in my room, broken and crying. Teen angst sucks. I wish I could skip all these stupid, pointless adolescent years. I tore up all my Polaroids of me, Paige, and Marilyn. Still, we made a great ensemble of friends:Paige was the sassy blonde girl, and Marilyn was the classy black girl, and I was the cyncial Asian nerd who was always so caught up on trying to create my future. Whatever THAT was...

I put my headpones on and blared Vampire Weekend. You're my love, kids won't stand a chance. I hated being stuck in this small Alaskan town.

I wish I didn't have to be sixteen anymore....