One gloomy November day, I sat in my boring white room staring out the window listening to silence.
My name is Tiffany Zales. A sixteen year old average high shcooler going through a mix of drama. i dont understand alot of things. I look like a normal person i think accept im insane. I've always been the craziest out of my whole familly. I do no sports i usually just sit at home and draw. My two friends are Lindsey and Megan. Its a off and on relationship between all of us but i like being alone so it wouldnt bother me if they left me behind.
I walked down the stairs greeted by my mom and my older sister Lex.
"Why were you in your room so long? I've called u down here 15 minutes ago!"
"Im sorry." I respond back as I'm getting a juice out the fridge.
"Well im going out to the store so you will be staying here with Lex. I'll be back in a hour. See you guys later." My mom said as she walked out the door.
For the next ten minutes or so, i sat on the couch just thinking. "I have a six page essay due on Friday, i have two presentations, and its only Saturday so i have plenty of time." My thoughts ended as my sister came downstairs.
"Hey I'm going out to the park with Molly and Chelsea. I'll be back in about a hour and a half. So that means you're staying here by yourself. Have fun!" My sister yelled as she ran out the door laughing. She knew that she was supposed to stay home with me but whatever. I ran up to my room and sat on my bed on my phone and texted my friend Megan.
Megan was my friend since 7th grade. She obviously was alot more highclass then I am but you know thats kind of how all my friends are. She actually can be really bitchy sometimes but rather then that shes cool.
I decided to put my phone away and draw a meaningful picture and put on the radio. Carrie Underwood played as i drew a picture of a girl holding the earth in her hands.
I lip sycned the words as the song played. I was in the school choir even though i suck at singing. I dont see what my future will be like. I dont really think i will make it anywhere. I really wanna be a artist. Yes, my friends doubt me all the time but they just dont realize that one day I will make it even though im ugly and have a annoying voice. I frowned as i thought about everything i did in the past. " What is wrong with me?" I said to myself.
OK SO THAT WAS THE END OF THE FIRST CHAPTER. NOW IM SUPER LAZY SO THE CHAPTERS WILL PROBABLY BE SHORT. PLEASE COMMENT MORE TIPS OF HOW I CAN MAKE MY STORIES BETTER :) ~ Alison
