I was 15 and corrupted...He was 16 and careless. But my life with him did not start at the tender age of 15, it began at the young age of 11. Eleven. The age where cooties and silly bands, were a "thing". I had no business being with boys. Boys were disgusting and a violation to kid society. But then he moved next door... He was from Queens, New York, and was obsessed with basketball. (Like every boy in my neighborhood). He was gonna fit right in. Except he was a little over-weight... And kids in my school or even neighborhood kids wasn't ready to accept chubby boys playing basketball. Even me, i guess... I did whatever society was comfortable with. My hair stayed up or straightened, because everyone didn't care for my big curly hair. Kids my age was not interested in they're future. Either you had the best or you wasn't the best.. Nothing between that. And i guess he was ok with that..for a while then he transferred to a school, with being ok with not being the best, had an effect of people. After being called a fat ass, and making absolutely NO FRIENDS, he decided to tighten up and loose weight. And not being there to his rescue for every name he got called, because i was in a different school, he grew different. More mean and more plastic. It seemed that the kids at Clover Elementary liked they're classmates perfect and "popular". And so he was.
Back at my school in SunnySide Elementary and Middle, all that mattered was the Pokemon cards, silly bands, and Heelies. I had none. I was an outcast. My house, was the only place i belonged. I had no neighborhood friends after my only friend Jada Williams moved to Monarchy Rivers, a little after school started. So i spent most of my time singing and actually living a life where i thought i was accepted. "The Pageant Life". Smile and Wave, my mom always used to tell me. Smile and Wave..
The pageant life got used to me, and loved me, but i did not love it back. I felt that why can't the kids at my school be as accepting to me as the judges at my pageants? Well that was a million dollar question November of 2010.
So who's life was better?
Mine or his ?
