The world is made of cold realities and disappointments, full of homophobic, racist and old-fashioned people. Full of money-driven people and beauty standarts that only a few seem to accomplish.
Here a group of teenagers try to find themselves in a...
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SATURDAY
They say that every time a girl wears something that shows parts of her body that are covered during winter, she's asking for it and is probably a slut. When a girl shows too little, she's a prude and will obviously only have sex after marriage.
Today Blake woke up from a dream where everyone called her a slut because she wore clothes that kept her cool during summer, and she felt angry. Sometimes, when we think about how a person thinks and can't understand why they think that way or how to help them understand they are wrong and can't come up with a solution, it gets frustrating.
For example, Blake couldn't change the way her mother thinks. Talking with her won't solve anything for people conservative like her, who never make an effort to listen and try to understand things, that they were taught ever since they were kids, that are wrong.
It had also been one day since her mother came back home and, as per usual, she was ignoring the elephant in the room, still believing that denial and a shrink will solve everything. Blake started to believe that her mom would never accept the truth and would always look at this "problem" as a phase or a mental illness.
But today wasn't a day to overthink, it was a day to relax and hang out with her usual group, even if she only feels like staying home and lay on her bed all day, reminiscing and overthinking all the mistakes she has ever made.
The usual cafe they met at was beautifully decorated, something out of tumblr, everything they served was great to look at and delicious. Blake sat now on the end of a booth, close to a window looking out to a park.
Blake liked to look at the nature and think about how everything that comes from the soil is so beautifully perfect, and all that us, humans, do is destroy everything for our own benefit. How can we only think about ourselves if we're a minority in comparison to all the other species that inhabit the same planet we do? How can we be so careless and selfish that we throw trash to the ground and the sea that kills dozens of animals per day? How can someone mistreat a domestic animal when the only thing they do is give us their love and only expect it to be given back? How are we so cruel?
"Hello there miss, you look quite lonely, may I sit with you?" Blake looks up with a frown on her face, not recognizing the forced high pitched voice.
"I'm not sure, I'm fine socializing with all my friends." She replied sarcastically to Phoebe, the owner of the voice.
"All these friends? Damn, you must be popular." They looked at the empty spots in the booth and laughed. Right after Phoebe came Vivian and Eli. Leon was the last to arrive and made sure to sit as far from Blake as possible. She found it weird but wasn't bothered at all.
