Forever and Always

Part 1

The only question was where to being?

That's how most stories like this begin I guess. I was never one for doing things that I don't have any control over.

I'm more of a person that likes the serenity that filled the emptiness of their room. Most 17 year old girls go out every night with their friends, getting drunk and sleeping with boys who they perceive as a prince, in the blurriness of their unbalanced state, but the 'prince charming' is actually just another boy looking for a one night stand. That's the thing about 'love' most girls change the entire concept and confuse it with the sensation of needing companionship. They listen for an 'I love you' and that's all they need to ensure themselves that they love them.

I didn't like to try 'fit in', society has already made it too hard, it's stressful and pointless. What's the point of wasting time on fitting in when you could spend that time doing something useful, like drawing, learning an instrument or doing things that make you happy?

Life is much easier when you learn to not give a shit about anyone's opinion about you.

I guess you could say I was anti-social, or any stereotypical name, but I don't like to label things, I like to call it, 'I enjoy being alone', yet my doctor labelled me with, like a neon exit sign, 'Social Anxiety'. He said that I isolate myself from people because I worry too much about everything and get stressed when I'm around people; I failed to see the difference.

My friends understand how I am, but they've made it their goal to break me out of my 'shell'.

They just didn't...as I said...know where to begin.

My birthdays in a week, 15th March, I'm turning 18 and I had planned to stay in my room and write a song or draw something, but my friends had planned out an entire week for us to hang out and do things.

As I am a very isolated person, I only have three friends.

Harley, he's very outgoing, a straight 'A' student, not the sporty type but he's very scrawny with smooth brown hair that he likes to slick back with gel, the bluest eyes like the moon shining through clouds on a dim, stormy night, and he's the best guy friend anyone could ask for.

Sky, she's one of my closest friends, she's always there for me, she's quite skinny, which worries me at times, she has long, silky hair, the colour of the sand, she has the brightest smile that always makes my day, the greenest eyes like a fresh mowed lawn and all the boys fall for her like leaves in Autumn. We both laugh when a guy asks her out, even though she feels rude when she turns them away, because I'm the only person who she's told...that she's lesbian. When she told me, I could see the pain in her eyes and how scared she was because society has labelled that type of love as 'wrong', but as I told her that no matter what anyone says, she'll always be my best friend because she's perfect the way she is, she doesn't need to change. I could see the tears forming in her eyes and her bright smile shone brighter than the sun as she wrapped her arms around me. She showed me that society is wrong.

Then there is Elisabeth, we call her Lib because it's shorter, she is the bubbliest girl I've ever met, she may not be the smartest, but she sure can convince you that she is always right and she's great to be around. Her hair is bright red like lava pouring down her head, drying up and curling into spineless threads of vines that tangle out of control but creating a beautiful work of art without any effort. She has the cutest button nose with the greenest eyes that bring out the freckles that add to her flawless skin.

That's all I got to know about them.