*Miriam's pov*
It was a week later. It was two days away from thanksgiving. On thanksgiving we would be meeting each others families. I was so nervous about it. I couldn't stop thinking. I had tried practically everything to ease my mind.
All of the girls were at work so I had no one to talk to. I was at my last resort when I suddenly remembered that I had recently gotten paid. I had enough cash to go to the mall. I gathered up my money and stuffed it in my small pink clutch.
After snapping it shut, I grabbed my phone and keys. I teetered to the car. I put my clutch next to me and plugged in my phone. As I started the engine one of my favorite Taylor Swift songs started playing. It was "Mean. "
I could relate to this song because I had been bullied in the past. " Someday I'll be living in a big ol' city
And all you're ever gonna be is mean
Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me
And all you're ever gonna be is mean
Why you gotta be so mean?
You, with your switching sides
And your wildfire lies and your humiliation
You have pointed out my flaws again
As if I don't already see them
I walk with my head down
Trying to block you out 'cause I'll never impress you
I just wanna feel okay again. The person I thought of when I belted out these lyrics was my boyfriend I had yet to break up with.
He was controlling and demeaning. The thing that had drawn to him was his sweetness and positive attitude. " I bet you got pushed around
Somebody made you cold
But the cycle ends right now
'Cause you can't lead me down that road
And you don't know, what you don't know...
Someday I'll be living in a big ol' city
And all you're ever gonna be is mean
Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me
And all you're ever gonna be is mean
Why you gotta be so mean?"I had actually asked him this question. I remember he had replied that I made him mean. but whatever I continued to express my emotions. " And I can see you years from now in a bar
Talking over a football game
With that same big loud opinion
But nobody's listening
Washed up and ranting about the same old bitter things
Drunk and grumbling on about how I can't sing
But all you are is mean
All you are is mean
And a liar, and pathetic, and alone in life
And mean, and mean, and mean, and mean
But someday I'll be living in a big ol' city
And all you're ever gonna be is mean, yeah
Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me
And all you're ever gonna be is mean
Why you gotta be so?..
Someday I'll be living in a big ol' city (Why you gotta be so?..)
And all you're ever gonna be is mean (Why you gotta be so?..)
Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me (Why you gotta be so?..)
And all you're ever gonna be is mean
Why you gotta be so mean?" When I got to the mall I immediately went to justice and picked out a bright purple dress with sparkly black heels. I was now prepared for the dinner.
