Misfit

I've always been a little out there. My parents didn't approve of all the ink if put on my arms. They didn't like that I never wanted to get my license because I'd rather ride my skateboard. They were mad my grades weren't worthy enough to get into some prestigious college. They were mad I didn't "act like a lady"

They were mad I wasn't my older sister.

Bernice had died seven years ago in a fatal car crash, she was in the car with three other people and a drunk driver had ran the car off the road killing them all. Bernice was seven years older than me. She died when she was nineteen.

I've got four months until I turn eighteen and my parents kick me out. They said they wish I would've turned out differently. By that they mean like Bernice. She had a full ride to Stanford because she was in the top 10 tennis players in America. She was going to make something of herself.

Me? Haha probably not. I've got three months to graduate and then I'm out of here.