Those Eyes Spoke Words

The Starting Point

Senior year is suppose to be the year that everybody loves right? You can wear whatever you want, dress how you please and just go crazy.

It's also the time we get ready for college, say goodbye to all those child years, but mostly make the biggest mistakes of our lives.

Well for me it's different, Let's just say I'm not the girl that goes out on Friday nights and gets high and drunk like every girl in our school. I kind of just sit at home in my favorite sweats, with my hair on top of my head and my glasses on staring at my computer.

I think the thing I probably can't stand the most is what people say to me all the time...

"If you just let your hair down, put a little make up on, take off those glasses and dress like your age you would be the number one girl in our school."

Like seriously I get it but it's totally not what I want. Last time I checked I wanted to get into college and enjoy myself not be wasted hanging in the bushes at 2am because my ride is right by my side doing the same... reality check please.

I do have those things though that consume me and make me wonder what if I just listened to those people for once, but those I keep to myself.

MY BLOG 101

So incase you haven't realized this is my little self journal that I love to keep when ever I can... I write just about everything in here...

She walked through the doors heels first followed by her long legs and her short leather skirt. Her purse was at her side with her hair blowing in the fake breeze. She had her two little copy cats by her side... when a lower class man crashed right into her and everybody laughed.

So I'm a creative writer... I don't have specific things that I write about, I kind of just write. But my favorite thing to do is to destroy the Perfs for who they are; snobby rich chicks that can't tell the sun from the moon.

If they saw this blog I'm pretty sure they would be out to ruin my life, but then again when was the last time anyone ever paid any attention to me.

I'm under anonymous so that they don't know, but I've already had well over 2,000 hits. Seems everybody has the same opinion as the Perfs as me.

I closed my computer and laid down against the floor letting out a sigh. I wanted this year to be different. What if I did become what everyone else wanted me to be.

Would I be come consumed in the popularity, would the Perfs take me in and then spit me out like I was some no body.

I knew it would be easy to get by from my parents. Even they think I'm too lame for my senior year, if I threw a party they would probably congratulate me. 

I thought about this idea for a minute... What if... I didn't want to be like every other girl though... I just wanted a chance to live my life...

So I seem pretty innocent there right? Well you have no idea how much that changed... My blog stayed the same in fact it was the only thing that connected me back to who I really was... but let's just say none of this would have happened if it weren't for Abigail...