INTROVERT

Introduction

I was never a shy person, nor a loud one. If you spoke to me, I would casually reply. But if you did not speak first, I would remain the way I was. Many people mistake that with shy and quiet, so that's pretty much what I'm known for being. The way this happened is because of my parents. You see, I was raised in tradition where I could not talk unless spoken to first. Which usually left me silent, as you could infer. They communicated with actions, not often words. Just if I forget to take out the trash I get an immediate beating from usually my mom. My dad prefers more of the minor work, so he has more time to be out with friends, drinking and screwing up. Same with my mom, but gosh, she gets a kick out of beating me. (I got a black eye from making that joke, once). Sometimes she just sets me up, getting me into trouble, leaving her an excuse to strike me in every way possible, but making sure I would still be well enough to slave for them in the end. But overall, hungover or regular, my parents hate my guts, and sometimes I feel the same. The only verbal actions I get from them is name calling, cussing, and demanding for me to work. Last week when I forgot to take out the trash, my father hit me with an empty beer can, leaving a scar on my right arm. So they don't get in trouble, I'm forced to say our cat did it. Oh, and I can't have friends over. First of all, my parents would never believe me having friends, over the fact of how revolting they find me. Second of all, they'd probably notice we DON'T have a cat. But they're wrong, (though I obviously know better than to tell them so) I actually have a few friends. Jace, whose a year older than me; Alina, whom by choice, prefers staying silent, even if spoken to; and my very best friend, Kinse, or how my parents pronounce it: boy getting paid by Eda to befriend her. Which I promise you, I am not doing, and can never imagine myself being so friendship-hungry to do so.

But to be honest, I really wouldn't mind leaning just a bit more on the outsider side, though I'm already about to fall. I'd choose chamomile tea and re-reading all the library books over Brandy Melville and dinner at karaoke restaurants any day.