She was misunderstood. Mostly alone. On the outside looking in. She had better friends in the shadows on her bedroom wall.
Being 16 wasn’t easy!
“Beth!” her mom called down, “let’s go! Time for school!”
A twist played on her lips, “Don’t remind me,” she said to herself. One last check in the mirror. She cursed her curls. Fucking things were out of control. Her lips were the wrong color, and her freckles were a terrible contrast to her albaster skin. She hated these last few weeks of school.
Beth got into the front seat of her mom’s BMW .
“You look lovely this morning, Bethany”
“Mom, please. Don’t call me that. I’m not a baby anymore”
“Oh stop it. I’m your mother, i can call you what i want!”
The argument always ended the same way. A sigh of resignation, and a..
“Whatever!”
At school, she exitted the car and shut the door before she had to listen to anymore of her mom’s platitudes.
Grason came near. So handsome. Her heart fluttered; puppy-love.
He kissed her!!
All was right in the world again.