Porcelain Doll

All I am is porcelain. I'm treated like a puppet, and I hate it. I feel like a porcelain doll because I'm not only the youngest in my family but I was adopted at six weeks old. When I was five, maybe six years old my parents got divorced. Now I'm trying to make sense of my horrible life.

I was leaving the Cheesecake Factory with my dad, and two older sister's. We'd just "switched house holds" I guess you could say. Anyway, my dad said bye.

"Bye dad!" Me and Amanda shouted at the same time. I laughed.

"Bye da!" Amanda shouted, again. Starting a shouting war to see who would say bye last. I won.

"Hey, what's with the long line of traffic?" Aubrey asked, as she pulled to gentle stop. Her 2000 Dodge Intrepid has amazing brakes, and the bass in her car is perfect.

"I dunno there was probably a car crash." I replied, rather half-heartedly. I was right. There was a car crash, but the people in it are okay.

*one week earlier*

I smiled as I started writing my poem. It sounds like this:

Am I your porcelain doll?

Made to dress and act,

Exactly as you need me to!

All this hard work,

Just to make me "perfect"

It won't work.

Like following the rules of a tyrant,

It won't work.

I'm not ever gonna be perfect.

Am I a clay statue, that you've made?

Made shaped and painted,

Exactly as you want me to be.

After all this,

What happens if I fail you?

Will you act out? Or stall your plans?

Like I'm the puppet, and you're the puppeteer

This is wrong.

I'm not strong,

So I can't shape my path?

If I try, I'll feel your wrath

So tell me, am I your porcelain doll?

After I finished my poem, I started getting ready for school. Southern Middle School, aka prison. I'm in eighth grade, so I should have a phone, but my parents don't want me to have one. Anyway, I pulled on my ripped black skinny jeans, a Young And Reckless shirt, and a pair of Vans. I guess you could say I'm a tomboy.

I one-strapped my purple denim Jansport back pack, and put my headphones in my ears and listened to the beautiful screaming of Dance Gavin Dance. Fifteen minutes later I was walking out the door, and starting my oh so short walk to my bus stop.

I waited five minutes for my bus. As I watched it glide to a stop, Noah pulled his ear buds off. I didn't though, I'd rather blast music than listen to the imbeciles on my bus argue over the best sport. Soccer or lacrosse. Lacrosse obviously wins, because, hello, I live in Anne Arundel County Maryland, aka s0c0, I mean everyone here in the southernmost part of Maryland plays some type of sport. Except me, if you don't count skateboarding as a sport. Another reason to be ignored.

As I was walking to my seat on the bus, I got tripped. But I'm used to it. I slowly sat in my seat, ignoring the harsh whispers of the idiots on my bus. I just watched the scenes go by as the bus sneakily sped off to school. How it sneakily sped off, I've no idea. It just felt that way. I watched the neighborhood turn into a town, then into a highway and pull into my school.

I got off my bus and walked inside going to my grades designated hallway, to put my things away. After I put my things away I slowly walked to the girls gym locker room. I went to my locker and unlocked my lock. I pulled out my gym uniform and tugged off my shirt, jeans, and shoes and replaced them with my shorts and Southern shirt. Then I put my shoes on again, walked to the benches and sat waiting for instructions on where to go to.

"Ladies, Latta upstairs, Marks outside, and my class in the weight room!" Ms. Mango exclaimed, with pep dripping off her entire being and splattering on the floor. Everyone trudged to where they needed to go to.

Mr. Latta got out the hockey sticks, the puck, guards, and goals from the supply closet.

*two class periods later*

Let's just say that I rule floor hockey. After my double gym period, I got dressed and went to my advanced english class. We've been learning about poetry, but I already know a lot about it, so I didn't listen. I just did my work. It was like that in all my classes really, I just do my work and stay quiet, as I don't have any friends.