Draft Lol: A Short Story
draft lol
I feel like a messed up 17 year old, just the same as I did the past 16 years of my life. I've never tried to be perfect; in fact I'd never even tried to "fit in" with everyone else. I try to be me (yes I know that's cliché) and not be a copy of society's straightened and perfectly fit members.
"Are you ready? We leave in 20 minutes", says Maurice, my stepmom. She's been with our family for 7 years, ever since my mom and dad had a divorce. When I was 13 my dad told me that financial complications was the reason why they split, but somehow I feel like it was me. I felt like I was the root of all the complications, although I have a sister named Dianne who's a year older, who is another person to put the blame on, but still, I think
I feel like a messed up 17 year old, just the same as I did the past 16 years of my life. I've never tried to be perfect; in fact I'd never even tried to "fit in" with everyone else. I try to be me (yes I know that's cliché) and not be a copy of society's straightened and perfectly fit members.
"Are you ready? We leave in 20 minutes", says Maurice, my stepmom. She's been with our family for 7 years, ever since my mom and dad had a divorce. When I was 13 my dad told me that financial complications was the reason why they split, but somehow I feel like it was me. I felt like I was the root of all the complications, although I have a sister named Dianne who's a year older, who is another person to put the blame on, but still, I think