School just ended. I was in a cab, heading home from school. I am so haggard, from all that fun! Water balloon fight, paint ball fight, and everything fun! Headed home wet, wet with paint and my jeans is torn off. I wish everyday could've been like this. This was the first time this had happen for a non-occasion day. And I forgot to introduce myself… Hi I'm Adaliniam Reid. They call me Adam and I'm 17 years old, only child. My Mom's Italian, my dad's English but I speak American English. I also speak Spanish and a little bit of French. They say I look like Bella Swan from twilight just because I have the exact same nose and mouth as hers. But my eyes are different; it's blue with a hint of grey. Long and blonde hair like Taylor Swift's but I dyed it with brown. Sometimes being a Blondie is a criticize for me. I never wanted to be one of those plastic Barbie dolls who live inside their own plastic Barbie world. I'm a type girl who doesn't care about her social life and have no interest in things that are trending these day. It's just like, not being yourself. It makes you look like you're a die-hard copycat. I have passion for writing songs, playing drums, piano and guitar. I know I am talented and unique in my own way, and I like myself as I am.
When I arrived, my dad's waiting for me. It's just 6:45 pm and he's worried

"where have you been! It's late!" he yelled and questioned. I can see it in he's eyes, he's worried. My chest pumped so hard it could've burst in flames as I look at him glaringly. As much as I want to respect him, he's giving me reasons not to.

I took a deep breath and think why is he like this? Why is he so tight! I'm a grown up now, for God's sake I'M SEVENTEEN! "dad, don't be so overly dramatic. It's a good thing I came home than not to. And dad, I'm a grown up now. I am 17 years old. I should have my liberty by now" I said crossing my arms at my chest giving him a deep glare.

He bursted "well, I'm just protecting you! What if you go home pregnant! And-" he yelled out loud. My intestines are moving, like something's bothering it. My stomach turned up side down from the words my dad had delivered. What was he thinking? I'm not even thinking that! I'm not going home with my tummy all big and feeling all woozy! He's thinking way ahead of me! But then I cut him off

"dad! I'm not even thinking that" I protested in frustration and gave him that approval smile. Now my lungs are starting to deflate from the words that had been spoken by my dad. "And I'm not planning to" I gave that approval smile again "I'm a virgin" I stated in smiles with thumbs up.

His eyes widened and he answered twitchingly "oh! O-o-oka-okay! Sorry! I'm feeling better now" he smiled at me happily. But still, those words my father had used to get my stomach up side down and my intestines to feel all disturbed, dig its way deep in my thoughts, raveling, searching for those non-innocent thoughts which are nowhere to be found. I have no intentions, I haven't thought that over and I promise, I will never please myself with lust. It's very painful, unpleasant, inappropriate and disgusting which is a very bad Idea for me.

I went straight up to my room and still wet. As I heard my dad say "oh and honey! Clean yourself up" he yelled at me pleasing me to. And replied "will do" yelling. as I reach my room, I put my bag down beside my cabinet. I took few clothes from the closet to go take a shower.

After I shower, I dressed up in a black short shorts and a white tank top. Afterwards, I dried my hair by whipping it back and forth then brush it. Afterwards, I headed downstairs to take dinner with my family. I'm still thinking about those words by my dad "what if you go home pregnant" it's not going anywhere for the moment. It's just hanging in my mind, echoing in repeat and remains as disgusting, it makes me want to escape my own thoughts.

The moment I went down I saw my mom's eyes locked on mine and it is also disturbing me. That feeling that you get when someone's staring at you and you don't even know what's wrong. "honey," I heard a soft voice coming from my mom's mouth. "we need to talk" she followed. I think this is one of the times when she knows something about me that makes me all nervous and resulting into the numb feeling.

Reaching the dining table, I saw mom reading a paper so I got curious and asked my mom "mom, what's that you're reading?" and can see through her looks, she's not happy . I couldn't possibly be my grades, I am a top 5 student. I couldn't possible fail something. "I was about to ask you the same thing. What's this?" she quizzed. I got scared of what might be the result of this talk. My mind cleared everything and focused on what's happening

"it's clearly a paper" I joked just lighten up this conversation but it was quite a failure "Adaliniam Skylar Greene Reid, answer me" she stated in a soft and pleasing tone. Now I know now she's not happy. Now my legs are starting to vibrate nervously as mom continues to read the article. I sighed "can you at least show me the paper?" I asked my mom with my most pleasing and angelic voice as possible to keep this conversation calm and gentle

As I read the letter, I saw the words "it would be our pleasure if you are to go to Mass Communication for the summer" after reading those words, I stopped there and started to cheer myself. Butterflies in my stomach again as the beat of my heart pumping quickly and strong. My eyes are filled with joy and apparently mom's eyes are the exact opposite.

"vous n'allez pas à cela, le miel que vous allez être un avocat" I stopped my joy right after when I heard it. It means I'm not going. I'm going to be a lawyer. Suddenly my mind was filled with questions without answers. My heart started to calm down and trying itself to find that happiness I was experiencing seconds ago which is still unfound. My ears request to repeat the words that it have heard and to prove itself I've heard wrong. "Come again?" I asked nicely still not believing

"honey, you're going to be a lawyer. You're not going to that"

She stated. It was crystal clear; she didn't want me to go. She kept on repeating those words which was like a knife through my chest. I can't keep up hearing the same words. I can't believe mom's disagreeing. I watched her mouth move without hearing the words; it was too painful to hear. It was like shoving scissors through my ear drum. I expected everything right that this conversation is not a reason for me to be cheerful other than the fact that I got accepted to the course Mass Communication.

She explained herself why I shouldn't go for that past 30 minutes although for me, all of it was very unreasonable even though I didn't listen. I finally gathered my thoughts, everything was whole. And finally have the courage to speak up

hello there! this is the first chapter and i hope you like it :D i wrote this in about 3 hours without rest, so i hope you appreciate this :D review please! please! please! and heads up! chapter two's on the way! talli ho! lol

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