Live A Little
Introduction
Most people fear the unknown; particularly death.
And try to prevent it.
I, technically, don't have a choice, thanks to four words: Jonathon, Alexander, and Isabelle. These three people are stubborn, reckless, and most people would call them stupid, incredibly stupid.
Meet my best (and only) real friends. Also known as a death wish.
My name is Clarissa, and I have a different perspective on life: be liked, excel in everything, (whether it's sports, clubs, school, etc.), always be in everyone's good books, occasionally be envied, things like that.
Most people think I'm a 'goody-goody', but I don't see it. Oh, and I forgot one thing earlier: NEVER get in trouble, EVER. It could determine the outcome of my life, therefore I have had a squeaky clean record (including attendance) my entire life. My friends are the kind of people that have adventurous lives, and have never gotten into trouble for it. How, I don't know. All I know is that I'd get caught immediately. Nevertheless, they try to get me to go exciting places to do exciting things, but I always make a good excuse not to. They say they are trying to break me out of "my shell" which they claim is "a phase that just lasted eighteen years,"...Which was my entire life...That hurts...
But what they didn't know was that when I was five years old, I ran away from home because of whatever reason a five year old would have to run away. I lasted about twenty minutes before realizing what my parents were probably thinking and instantly felt guilty. It wasn't like it was their fault that my ten year old neighbor stole my ice cream and yanked my braids down causing me to fall and ruin my favorite dress by getting a grass stain. I honestly don't even know why he wanted my ice cream (it was pistachio, after all; I had terrible taste in ice cream back then). I was so mad, I ripped the heads off of every one of my dolls. My DOLLS! EVEN THE COLLECTORS EDITION ONES! CALVIN, I WISH YOU BURN IN THE FIERY PITS OF- calm down, Clarissa; happy thoughts...happy thoughts...like pistachio ice cream. God danget.
...I think it is safe to say I was an emotional child...
Anyways, I ran home, about to cry from my mistake of leaving, and as soon as I saw them -my parents- I immediately started babbling about how sorry I was, and how I would never do anything bad ever again.
Many people would probably say 'don't make promises you can't keep', but call me Honest Abe, because I have stuck to that promise so far.
But the worst part of this whole 'running away' incident was the look in my parents' eyes as soon as soon as I opened the front door. There was obviously relief considering that their missing five year old daughter just returned. But hidden behind the relief was a hint of something else. Disappointment: every child's weakness. (Has there ever been a kid in the history of the Universe who stayed strong against the Disappointment Card?) Whether it was directed at me for being such a foolish baby who ran away for foolish reasons, or at themselves, thinking they did something wrong with their only child. Of course the only thing they did wrong was move in next to a ten year old jerk face. And I told them just that. Too bad I have always lived next to Calvin, so our parents were practically best friends, and we were told "be nice and play fair". No yelling parents. No mad parents. No trouble giving parents. To top it off with a cherry, they never stopped smiling since I'd explained what happened. Ever.
I honestly didn't even think I was capable of hating someone, but Calvin changed my mind. Completely. Don't ever mess with a five year old girl's ice cream, hair, and dress on the same day and expect to be all Buddy-Buddy. With my five year old mind, I thought he would grow up to be a villain of some sort. I was wrong.
It's hard to believe that he's in his twenties and isn't still living with his Mommy and Daddy Dearest, like I'd expect him to. He is actually a doctor. That's the reason I go to the second closest doctor's office.
I'm now a senior in High school (and yes, I still hate Calvin for what he did to me all those years ago. Yup, Queen Of Grudges, and happily reigning, but hey, first impressions are everything, right?) Earlier when I mentioned how my triplet 'besties' where adventurous, I wasn't lying. Just yesterday, they let a four or five year old have anything in the Gameroom claw machine. On one condition: they crawl in.
Of course I had no part in this.
As soon as the claw machine was empty, and its contents on its way home with an extremely happy little boy, two of the three devils discreetly took the now light and empty box to our man (and woman) cave, bought stuffed animals, and had a fun new toy. And yes, we are old enough to vote.
Of course they don't usually steal, but on those rare occasions, they don't steal important or high valued objects. But either way it was wrong. Definitely and completely wrong.
Though, they do pull an anonymous prank every Saturday-probably because they were born on a Saturday and believe that that day was a gift from God. (Did I mention that they very are arrogant?) They always come up with the pranks and who to release their mighty wrath upon.
Although they think of the pranks and execute them themselves (since I have no intent on getting caught and going to jail), I'm the smart one of the group, so I'm the strategist. Obviously the only reason I'm involved is so my sibling like friends don't do something stupid, like take a wrong turn, and get caught, duh, I'm not trying to suddenly rebel, pssh.
Most pranks go like this: Strategist: Me, Distraction: Isabelle, Warriors: Isabelle/Jonathon, Getaway driver(because we always need one):Alexander.
Alexander argues that if he doesn't drive, then no one will, but we all know he is just the lesser of the three evils.
My name is Clarissa and this is the story of how the Lightwoods taught me to live a little.
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