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My parents were always strict. I can't date I can't wear makeup, I can't discover the world. Because of my limitation missed all the parties. I mean I was never really interested in parties but what the heck I wanted to experience one just once. My best friend Giana are really close we do practically everything together. We are total polar opposites. She is a small white girl long brown hair light brown eyes and I was mixed with dark brown hair curvy and deep dark eye but the thing that keeps us together is that we were both limited by our parents. We complained together about our parents. .......................................... I finally get some freedom it's my 16th birthday. My parents both sat me down and gave me the take for the 7 th time telling me that "boys will be boys" and things like "don't let them hurt you" I thought to myself Why are the telling me this My mom taped my dad on his shoulder then the words that I been waiting for forever. "We are going to let you start dating and wearing makeup" my dad slurs out in a slight frown I screamed in excitement trying to calm I hugged both my mom and dad running up the stairs to call Giana. The phone rings once a she picks up... "G guess what" I yell into the phone "What" "My mom and dad had the talked to me" "Why are you telling me this" she cut me off "They said I can start dating" "Really" we both screamed "Tomorrow going to be a good day I can tell, imagine me walking down the halls wearing makeup looking all sexy" "Giana?" you can hear Giana s mom screaming her name "I'll talk to you later ok" "Bye" Took a shower dreaming about tomorrow dreaming about how different tomorrow is going to be as the how water and steam roll over my curls and face. Dreaming about all my crushes and slowly drifting into a deep and peaceful sleep.
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