Eden Andrews, a girl with a troubling past for one purpose in life. That of moving away from the ghosts of his past.
Her life will change diametrically when Eden moves to Boston to take classes at her famous university. She will finally have the cha...
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I look at myself one last time in the rearview mirror of Cody's car. We are parked in the parking lot belonging to the Blue's Alien. I begin to suspect that I spend my life in this bar. Tonight, it's different. I don't want to argue with anyone tonight.
I quickly brush my blond bobbed haircut. My lips are covered with red and my eyes with a touch of mascara. I'm wearing black jeans, a white t-shirt and a denim jacket.
There is nothing to do, I have an unpleasant feeling that no matter how I do my hair or what clothes I wear, everyone judges me. The other day, while I was going to the library, which is not supposed to be a place where a person is likely to feel like she is being judge, I felt terrible.
As soon as I stepped into the building, I felt like everyone was watching me and not because they liked what they saw. Unfortunately, I know the daily lives of a lot of young girls: change clothes every morning because we do not like it, weigh ourselves every two days or look at ourselves in the mirror, every morning, to detect each defect that we have on our face or on our body.
However, I really try not to think that way and it happens to me from time to time to let go especially when I danced with Santana and April at Halloween's party. On the other hand, in normal times, this feeling of imperfection burrows me in the depths of my soul.
- Can you tell me again which band is playing tonight? Cody asks me, sitting behind me. I turn to answer him.
- The Prejudice. I answer him promptly.
Cody is a nice boy, but I'm a little bored with him. However, I particularly like the fact that he does not ask questions. He does not try to interfere in my personal life. Nothing happened between us and nothing will ever happen. My life is a real battlefield for the moment, I don't feel like adding him to the equation.
- We should go. It is almost 19:30 PM. April will kill you if you are not on time. He announces to me, with a big smile on his face.
He is always in a good mood. He makes me think a bit about April. I am not a "happy" person like them and it makes me feel more uncomfortable. With Cody, I guess I can not talk about my problems. He wouldn't understand them. He would be an attentive ear, I don't doubt it. But right now, these are advices I need and not just someone who hears me complain all day long.
I still decided to go join him and grab his arm to tighten it against me. Cody may not be the one I expected, but he's here and he's extraordinarily indulgent to me.
The group doesn't play in the main room of the bar, but in the room called "secret". Cody and I bifurcate to this one and I open the last door that gives access to the secret room.
- The place is great. Cody tells me excitedly while taking my hand that I automatically remove from his grip.
- Yes, I really like the decoration entirely made of red and black. I answer, looking for April, who is sitting in the back with an alcoholic drink in her hand. What a surprise.
