Purple Hair And Piercings

“You’re just a goody little two shoes,” They say “Always does her chores, her homework, says her prayers.”

“I am not!” I whine. But in all honesty, I am. I do all the things they say, and more, and I’m sick of being predictable and boring. I want to be like the other kids. The ones with pink hair, and piercings, and tattoos covering every inch of their skin. I loathed myself, and I loathed my life. I wanted to be a free bird. I wanted to discover myself.