Rebelle

" I've been reckless, but I'm not a rebel without a cause " ~ Angelina Jolie. I looked up at at the stars. They were beautiful. For once in my life I felt happiness, a happiness that everyone wanted but might already have. Unfortunately, I wouldn't know. I turned my head over to my best friend Nick, who understands me more than anyone else in the entire world and I understand him just the same. He looked at me and smiled. Of course, I smiled back at him. His smile and blue eyes made me feel safe inside. " Isn't it beautiful, Hail?" He asked me quietly. " Yes, unlike anything I have ever see before." I let the silence take over our conversation. It was unbearably peaceful. I am not used to things being peaceful. I grew up in a bad household. A father who is a raging alcoholic and a mother who is barely ever around (and could honestly care less about what happens in my life) pretty much sums it up. I have never once felt normal. Other teenagers at my school talk about going on camping trips with their parents and doing fun things while I am at home breathing in the fumes of cigarette smoke and vodka. The only thing meaningful in my life is Nick. I again looked up at the stars and thought where I was at this very moment. Just us in the middle of nowhere. Just us.