Many people know me as the girl who sticks her nose in a book, and rarely talks to anyone, or as people refer to me as...
Nosereader.
Yes, I don't cooperate with people like I'm supposed to, but I'm the quiet girl. And I pretty much enjoy being that.
The year 1950, a new decade for us all. I love it, can't you see it to?
The reason why I love New Years is the day of my birthday, turning officially 18, an adult now. I can already see my future planned ahead.
Ok, not really.
But I have some idea.
I guess.
I tend to read novels to cover over my depress. All these sappy endings, ending up loving one another and able to work it out.
Too bad love is fake.
I sigh as I close my novel, 50 Shades of Gray, and laying it onto my dresser. I rest my head against the deck of my bed, forcing myself to sleep, but I can't with the fireworks threatening to spill me awake.
"Annete Wilconsin, go to sleep." My mother startles me, me finally noticing she was standing by the doorway the whole time.
"Oh, mother I am so sorry." I nod my head. "May I ask if father is still here?"
My mother would always teach me to talk rich, act rich, and be rich. That's why I have always been locked in a private school my whole life.
"Annete, he's not here. Still working." She answers before kissing me on my forehead, shutting my lamp and walking out my room.
Tomorrow.
New Air.
New Humans.
New Day.
