I shoved my alarm clock off my pink bedside table. Do not tell anyone about my table. I might have to kill you. I'm kidding, i have never killed nor will i ever kill anyone, unless that person was a boy named Jake Williams. Anyways, back to my boring story. I was born 17 years ago, in a biker gang's bed, not a hostpital. But i came out alive so i have no complaints. I was raised by my dad, alongside other men who, following the stereotype, were all big and husky and rode motorcycles.
I wish i could go back to those times, to my dad.
"Daddy let me ride with you puh-leaseee!!" My bottom lip jutted out as i pouted.
"Give me just a few minutes Bug, daddy's gotta take care of some business." His eyes grew dark as his brows furrowed together.
"Okay daddy!" I ran downstairs, straight into another body.
"Watch out little lady, you might just run into the tickle monster one day." His deep voice made me giggle.
"Im sorry i can never seem to slow my little legs down, they just carry me and carry me and carry me, wherever they seem to feel like going. I run into walls sometimes too!" I giggled and pointed to my forehead to show him the scar hidden behind my bangs.
"That's okay. We've all got places to be." He smiled down at me and ruffled my hair causing my dimple, the one on my right cheek, to sprinf out of its hiding spot. I watched him walk away as i continued my way to sit outside and wait for daddy. Hurry daddy i wanna ride. I heard a big loud noise. I never saw that big nice man again.
School restarts again. I say restarts because i am a senior, finally. I've got a motorcycle waiting in the garage just for this day! With my Harley in my mind, i rise out of bed. Gripping the bottom of my dad's t-shirt i pull it off my body and hang it up in its rightful place, behind all of my clothes. I looked in the mirror but i didn't notice the mess of me i have let stay. Wiping away my scowl i pull on my pale pink skirt and pale purple shirt that reads 'im dead inside' surrounded by pink and blue dolphins. I slip on my black heels that have a bow at the heel and admire my long legs for a few seconds. I applied my makeup flawlessly and quickly: gold eyeshadow and small winged liner. Along with my mascara.
This year will totally be different. I will no longer be the invisible girl. I will be noticed and i will be liked.
With this pep talk i rush out the door, not saying goodbye to anyone.
