I wake up and the first thought of the morning is that man I'm hungry. I push the blankets off me and grab my water beside my bed on the nightstand. Once I grab a drink I get up and walk to the closet, sighing, I grab the closest thing that is open and put it on. Soon I walked out the bedroom door and head to my car, that I rarely use. I sat in it and smiled. Once started, I pulled out of the driveway and headed to school. You would think that everything is hard that no matter what you'll fail at school. Wrong! For me it's horribly easy. I can't explain it. I was pulled out of my thoughts by a car horn honking at me in the school parking lot.
People wonder why it's easy for me. I wonder that too but it's not like I can openly question them about everything. Believe me I would love to, however my mom would think different. Oh well my adoptive mom would not my birth mom. My birth mom is a genius. People love her, and she doesn't love them. She gave me up so I won't live under constant pressure and media. She gave me up for good reason involving the press and her fans. I just wonder what it would be like to live with her since birth. My mom is basically like Sofia Carpenter.
My adoptive mom though is opposite in every way posible. She hates the media but loves people. She is an uptight person with a strange need to have everything neat. The house had no dust or speck of dirt. She's a home mom and take care of the house. She raised me to be genuine and fair. She taught me that you can't randomly dislike them cause of what they look like. She's a down to the bone good southern woman who wanted a daughter. And that's how she got me. The process was fairly easy for her but not for others. She never hid the truth from me at all. She told me when I was a preteen that I was adopted and helped me find my birth mom.
Some stuff is hard for no doubt like simple things as in walking and chewing gum. I can't multitask at all. And on more thing that makes me beyond different is my hair. The top of it is pitch black then I have several blonde streaks under the black. My eyes are a bright blue with a hint of green. I look like the next model but I've never been into that stuff. Simple outfits that don't show my curves or outline my eyes. I'm not going to show off that I actually look weird by my eyes.
Walking in the school, I ran into the weirdest but hottest boy in school. All of my books dropped to the floor, and I bend down to get them. I pretend that he doesn't exist at all.
"People need to leave me alone." I muttered under my breath.
Showing no care was easy. It was beyond easy for me. Even easier to get annoyed when he followed me to all my classes and didn't speak to me. I turn around one time thinking about talking to him but then changed my mind. During the last block of the day, apparently he decided he wanted to talk to me.
"Hello, I'm sorry I stoped in front of you." He said in a deep velvety voice.
"You've followed me around the whole day just for an apology? That makes you a pervert or a stalker. Now if your done, can you leave me alone?" I questioned trying to get him to leave me the crap alone.
It didn't work. Instead he thought it was a grande idea to continue to bug and pester me until class ended. He would not leave me alone not for even trying to breath for a minute. Finally at the end of the day, I waited on him.
"LEAVE ME ALONE! I DONT WANT YOU NEAR ME AND WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE BY FOLLOWING ME!!!" I yelled in his face when he got close enough.
Finally I was able to be alone and be me. If only for a little while
