I’m not a normal teenage. I am in the last year of my
teenage year before becoming an adult in everyone’s eyes. Therefore I may
actually get the respect I think I deserve. 19 years of being looked down on
and treated as if I am some little kid who still wets the bed in the middle
night. I look forward to the time where I will be treated as an adult.
I’m an
outcast. I am that average height, athletic, brown hair, brown eyes. Nothing
special, nothing that makes all the guys stop and stare as you walk by. I’m a
straight A student, starting line up on the girls soccer team, but I am still
average. I live in a small city just outside of Dallas Texas. When I say small I
mean a population of 138,941 people. And very much so growing. You would think
with that many people living in one town, I’d have some friends. Well if that’s
what you’re thinking you are very wrong. Ever since my best friend died, I’ve
kept to myself. It’s been too hard for me to even consider getting close to someone
again.
Vanessa
was the golden girl. Blonde hair that when shined just right in the light, you
would think she was a god. Gold hair that flowed just to the arch of her back, bronze
and cooper colors highlighted her hair. I would swear on it that she was a goddess
in human form. She had these blue eyes, which reminded me of the bluest of the
bluest oceans that you would see off on of the beaches in Greece. You could see
the ocean in her eyes.
Prom
was supposed to be the best night of our lives. We had spent all day with our
moms getting our hair and nails done. It took us months to find just the
perfect dress. We were all ready dressed and ready to go. On our drive to meet
up with our dates, a driver had fallen asleep at the wheel and hit us head on. Vanessa
had died right away. I’ve wished ever since that night that I had gone with
her. She was my other half. One minute we were laughing and singing Baby by
Justin Bieber, we were having the time of our lives. Then she was gone, it took
me months to realize that she wasn’t coming back.
Ever
since Vanessa passed away, I’ve lost my way. We were supposed to travel the
world, first France then Germany, then where ever the wind blew up. I still
have the tickets and our passports just sitting on my desk. It was our dream tighter,
I can’t bring myself to live our dream with out her.
