Madison's Journal

Meet Madison

Saturday Nov. 8

I guess you can call me the basic teenage girl. Constantly on Tumblr, falling in love with people who won’t love me back, always has Starbucks in one hand and chipotle in the other, obsessing over The Fault in Our Stars (which by the way is an amazing book and movie. If you haven’t read the book or seen the movie, don’t forget tissues.). But I don’t feel like the basic teenage girl. I am definitely different from everyone else. Okay, let me explain. I go to a school full of preps (who thinks they are better than everyone else). They care what other people think about them, say about them, and how they look at them. I mean, I don’t care how people see me. I don’t know if I’m supposed to. For example; the first day of school, everyone dressed up and wore makeup and looked pretty. My friends told me about how they got up early just to pick out the right outfit, curl their hair and do their makeup. And made sure that everything was on point before they left the house. Yes, I understand the whole “You only make a first impression once” concept. I woke up early also, don’t get me wrong. I ate breakfast, caught up on Catfish: The TV Show. Then I had about 15 minutes to get dressed and drive myself to school. I was still in my PJs. I had on a light blue tank top on, grey sweat pants rolled at the top and black low cut socks. My hair was a little disgusting, so I put it in a messy bun while I finished the 10 minutes I had left on Catfish. Every time I watch Catfish I feel like a detective, so I couldn’t not finish it. Then when I was done, it left me with 5 minutes left to get to school. I searched for my Black Victoria’s Secret Pink Jacket (which isn’t Pink, it’s the brand) in my closet, slipped on my slides, grabbed my keys and backpack, and walked out the door. Is that a bad thing? I took a shower the night before so I didn’t smell.

 I walk into the school and I alright felt people’s energy judging me. But I was striding down the Main Hallway like it was a Runway. Ok, maybe not like that. But I put on this, “ I don’t care, I don’t want to be here look” as I went to my first class. But I seriously didn’t care. There is no one to impress at my school anyway. They all seem like assholes and it would be useless to get to know them. So I kept to myself, always having my earphones in and played Lana Del Ray on my iPhone. Even during lunch when my friends aren’t there, I would bring a book and eat string cheese. But lucky me, this is my Senior Year, Aka: Last year of High School. Then I will be going to college. But first I have to survive the next 7 months of school then I will official be a college student. I can already see it. Going to my dream school, USC(University of Southern California) for journalism. Yes, I write. A little fun fact about me, I have written about 3 books already and I am currently working on my 4th one. I been trying to get people to publish them but till then, I have been posting them on WattPad and I have gotten pretty decent views on them. But of course, No one knows about them.

I have a problem with opening up to people. I am not shy but I do have an issue. I feel like if I open up too much, one day they would hold something against me. So I keep to myself. I have only opened up to 3 of my friends. First friend, her name is Jamie. She is a real country girl and a tomboy. She is really pretty and all the guys try to do stuff with her, but she knows if her daddy find out, it might just be the end of the world. She plays girls basketball, softball, and runs track. She is very fit unlike me. Second friend is Allison. She is the girly girl out of all my friends. She is the richest one too. Her mom owns this BIG Company and now they live in this gated community. I have been in there a couple of times, and let me be the first to tell you… I wanted to live with Allison plenty times. My mom had to physically remove me from her chipotle bar in her basement. She is in Student Government and the Yearbook Committee. She loves to plan things. Last but not least, my third friend. Her name is Miley. Not Miley Cyrus, but she loves her so much that she cut her hair just like her. She only has selfies of Miley on her Instagram. My Miley can sing too. She is so amazing. She post covers of songs (mostly by Miley Cyrus) on YouTube. She has a total of 10,056 subscribes. She is doing pretty well in my opinion. She isn’t involved in after school activities, she feels like she might puke doing work after the required school hours. She always makes me laugh. She is so funny. I haven’t introduced myself to you guys. My name is Madison Davis. I am 17 years old. This is my Senior Year of High School. I live in a pretty nice house in Los Angeles, California. I have 3 brothers (Tyler, Zach, and James) and 2 sisters (Adrianna, and Samantha). Too many kids in my household. Both of my parents live with me. My mom owns a family restaurant and she sometimes always has my brothers and sisters and I to help her out. She thinks she is going to give me the family restaurant when I get older. SIKE! My dad is a personal trainer and he works at GE. I could have him help me get in shape but then he wouldn’t let me eat Chipotle, so I couldn’t. I get good grades all the time. I never turned in homework late and I never gotten sent to the principal’s office. I only hang out in my room, Chipotle and Starbucks. I work at a frozen yogurt place and get paid every week. I only shop online because I hate going to the stores in the malls. Like what if I see people from my school, they are probably going to try to talk to me like I am their best friend or something. So instead, I just shop online and wait a couple days for the package to come and it feels like Christmas.

You know a little about me now. This is basically my journal. I write down just about everything when I can. I love writing so much. Throughout this journal I will learn new things about myself and you will learn new things about me too. Let this journey begin, shall we?

 Madison.