A Teenagers Lifestyle

Chapter 1

Life was never fun for me. I've jumped from household to household since I was born and every time a friend asks me where I'm staying it's always a different place, different city. It helps they all are at least 30 minutes from the high school. But, not helping on my gas.

I've been 16 for about 5 months now I think. I don't keep much track I just go with the flow. Because no matter what I do, there is always an argument or something to say. But that's what you get being the oldest out of four kids. You do everything bad before everybody else so you're the worst. But I'm okay with that. I think.

High school is what makes us all who we are. My brothers, who are still in middle school, haven't had the luxury of seeing all the nicotine addictions and skimpy clothing. As a sophomore. Or well junior now I guess, my options for skimpy clothing were slim. Whereas my Christian grandmother wouldn't allow it anyways. My high school "sweetheart" forbid me against it.

Yeah I know right? Forbid. Sounds like it's from the 1400's. But, I'm okay with that too. I've come to the point where I'm content with everything. Life, people, my relationship. Because how do you get out? Well that's what I've been trying to find out for 16 years. It feels like a never ending roller coaster that only goes down.

But, today is the day I start my junior year. Crazy right? All sorts of adventures. ACT, ASVAB, AP, and all the crazy smart classes that I was trained for from birth. To my grandparents I was the perfect kid, but to everybody else I was trouble. It's only because of my oh so perfect little sister, and my oh so perfect cousin.

My sister is only 2 years old but she's still the perfect daughter. My mother tries to include me but it's hard when you raise yourself. Mom was a freshman when she had me so I basically figured it out on my own while she got through college and everything else in between to be a nurse. Well, see my cousin he got a football scholarship when I was 10 and ever since he's been the perfect Christian role model.

That's just a few things to the many that happened throughout my life. But, the only person who knew besides the family was the one guy I'd love to run from. But, like I said I'm content.

I woke up in an upright, sweat beading from my forehead. Junior year. The year I was supposed to put everything behind me. I groaned. Waking up had always been easy but here lately it's been a struggle. I got up and turned on my 5 Seconds Of Summer playlist. Yes I know, but they hit right ya know.

I hopped in the shower lathering in my color shampoo, shaving my legs, and washing off my pomegranate body wash. When I hopped out and wrapped a towel around myself I stared at my self in the mirror for a few minutes. My hip bones protruded out of my tan skin and my green eyes held a bit of hope in them. Meanwhile, my almost white blonde hair laid in tangles along my back. I immediately look away at the sight.

I've never been one to gain weight but here lately I seem to be dropping by the pound giving my self a more bony appearance. My grandparents constantly tell me to gain weight but it's not as easy as it seems. I head upstairs to my room to put on clothes untangle the mess that is my hair. Most of the time my parents are still asleep when I get ready so I make my moves quiet.

I look in my closet and immediately find my favorite outfit. I drag out my light wash ripped skinny jeans and my slightly cropped but enough to not show my stomach white short sleeve. I've been adapted into the basic concept of clothing except for the skimpy crop tops. I begin to dry my hair when I hear my brothers getting up. I always drop them off before I head to school. But never picking them up.

As my hair lays dry, I begin to put on some makeup. I never believed in my natural beauty. Without, everybody said I looked good but I never had enough confidence for that. Applying my final product, mascara, I pull out my straightener. Taking one final look in the mirror I realize I forgot to put on deodorant. Shoot. Finally, after I make sure I have everything done I slip on my white converse and I head downstairs with everything I need in tow.

My brothers are already ready waiting on their beds for my signal to leave. It takes me 30 minutes to get to school including dropping them off. So I yell at them to come on.