Running Away From a Past Life

Introduction

Introduction

    Starting over seems so difficult, but it’s better than my other option…to continue the life I used to have, the one that no one here can know about. I looked at myself in the mirror, saying goodbye to my old life. I grabbed the dark brown hair dye and began applying it to my soft light blonde hair. I opened my make up bag and started dumping most of it into the garbage. No more dark eye shadows, thick eyeliners, and glitter, no more partying or making bad decisions. Make up isn’t the cause, but I need a fresh start, a new look, a whole new life. All I want now is a clean slate. The only things left in my make up collection were the soft colors and skin tones. About half an hour or so later I leaned my head over the bath tub and washed out the color. After towel-drying my hair I stared in the mirror, the stains on my scalp would go away soon, and I would look like a completely different person. It’s amazing how just the color of your hair can really define your look. If I were to walk through my old town like this, I bet no one would recognize me…good thing. I just moved to this town, Middleton, and I start school after the weekend. I live with my aunt, who is now my legal guardian according to my parents’ will. My aunt has no other kids, so it’s just her and I. My uncle died many years ago and Aunt Liz has lived alone until now. She keeps trying to talk to me about the accident, and see what I know about it and how I’m feeling, but I’ll never talk, so she just lets me be which I don’t mind at all, it's not like I need a counselor. The kids at my old school all knew that I went to juvie for a little while, and many rumors flowed through the school as to why, but only one person in the world knows the real reason, and it was just some kid I met while I was in juvie. He seemed really nice and loyal and my secret was eating away at me so I needed to tell someone. Supposedly he got put in juvie because he got into a big fight or something. My story was a lot more complicated than that, and I knew I’d never see him again anyway since I wasn’t in juvie for long; no one knew what I really did. As far as the world is concerned, the fire was an accident and I was sent to juvie because I hit rock bottom and made some poor choices. I am a fighter and I know my life will go on if I let it.