The Lost and the Broken

Who am I?

So that's it. Another week over. Thank god.

Looking over the back-lot at my school, the bane of my existence, it somehow feels peaceful. It feels kinda serene, forgetting all the bullshit that's going on right now but that's a distant memory when my bubble is splintered by the sound of two kids fucking in some beaten up old Ford.

Ah yes, my life.

Sometimes, I just want a bit of a sign or at least a feeling, that things will or could change. Please God, just fool me for a moment. Shit, I must be in for some seriously great karma, either that or I was VERY bad in my previous life. Let's hope it's the latter.

So, I'm shit at school, no boyfriend...I'm not a virgin but I kinda wish I still was (We'll save that momentous occasion for another time) and while I wasn't popular before, you could say I have a degree of popularity now that no one would want.

The best years of your life, huh?

I'm wearing a wry, oh so sarcastic smile right now. Just so you know. Anyway, on with the story.

Home is an old town house in the suburbs. I'm a single child, divorced parents. Just me and my dad. Bless him, he tries his best but it's been hard since Mom left. Some people just shouldn't be parents. Know the old saying, "Kids raising Kids"? Well now you know my Mother. Tragically cliched. So sad you could vomit. Well, shit, he's a good guy, ok? That's what I'm trying to say. Life can be hard sometimes, no matter what age you are. So we have this little house,  my Dad works all the hours God sends but we do alright thanks to my payout, so I guess I shouldn't complain but I'm a teenage girl, that's what we do.

My Dad's a big guy.

What's that got to do with the price of fish? Nothing, I guess. But he just takes his time to do literally anything. It drives me nuts. More to the point, I have to do EVERYTHING.

Yep, I do moan a lot but get used to it. This is my story anyway. Apologies and before you ask...yes, I am that girl from every teen film you've ever seen.

Welcome to my life.