My Life
"What the hell." The first day of my junior year and I have nothing to wear. You would think that I would be able to have some bit of fashion sense in me but I am clueless when it comes to stuff like that. I am running around my room like a chicken with its head cut off, looking for the red sweater I picked out the night before. I had to look as good as I could for my first day; well really I wanted to look my best. Well my best would be just okay to the other kids I went to school with. They saw school as some kind of fashion show where as I saw school more as of a place I had to be. You know the place that is just there and if you didn't go you screwed up your entire life for not going, yeah that place. It's like a prison without the bars, but with the guards and bad food.
There are two things that make school easier. The first thing is my best friend Sarah and the second thing was my boyfriend of six months Kevin Tollis. He was the son of the chief of the fire department, really smart, and most of all sweet. We have been dating since the last four months of my sophomore year and then the rest of the summer, which would equal six months. In high school time that's like 10 years, so you can say that we've been dating a long time. Still rummaging through my room I came across a card that my grandmother gave me on my 16th birthday. It was the "generic grandma card"; you know the one that you get every year that tells you that you are one year older and still just as sweet. I threw the card aside and resumed my search for the red sweater.
My room wasn't too small but it really wasn't that big either. I have two windows with pink and yellow curtains. That's was the color scheme of my room since I was like three but you can't change anything with my mom unless you had a legit reason. I had no reason to change it, so therefore, it stayed the same color. I had a full size bed in the one corner with the pink and yellow comforter that I got for my 16th birthday, like I said the color scheme never changes. My walls were a peach color like most of the house and they had different painting of my favorite painters. I had a Van Gough, Dali, and my super favorite a Picasso. "The Woman in the Blue Hat" took me months to find. It fit perfectly on my wall and I was so happy when it finally got here. It looks great here in my room but it would look great everywhere, but that's just my opinion. I have an oak desk to match my oak dresser with all of my clothes in it. The only things I have hanging in the closet that I have is a few dresses. I don't really know what to hang up and what to put in a drawer so I just put everything in a drawer. I have my new laptop that sits on my desk right next to the TV. It's the ones with the bunny ears, not anything high tech; I'm not one for technology. I really don't know a whole lot about it.
I looked all over my room and still there was no sign. I looked at the clock which said that it was 6:50 and that I would have to leave in ten minutes to get to school on time. As I was frantically searching I heard a knock on the door. Before I could even get off the ground my dad, Charles, opened the door and had the red sweater in hand.
"Why in the heck do you have my red sweater dad?"
"Oh, I thought that I would go great with the grey charcoal pants I wanted to wear today but I was wrong."My dad is always the joker; he always knew what to say to make me smile or laugh. "Not really though. Seriously, your mother took it and washed it again before your first day so that it would be super clean."
Lora, my mother, is a neat freak in one too many ways. She had a knack for reorganizing the already organized, and if you left her to long in one place she would find something to organize. She also had to make sure that everything was spotless clean. Everything had to be in order and then everything had to be clean. People think coming into our house that we just do that for when they come over but in all reality it is really always like that. Lora had her way of doing things that made other people think that they didn't do enough. She is the kind of person and neighbor that when you move into our neighborhood she is the first one to your door with a pie or gelatin mold. She may be weird but sometimes it is comforting knowing that you have a mother that's as organized as you are.
Like Lora I am a complete and total neat freak. I like to have things organized in a way that other people would never understand. I like things to be my way so that everything fits in order. I have all of my room organized and I even have my sock drawer organized. I like things to be neat and tidy so that other people can walk in at anytime and see that my room is always like this. This may sound weird I am also really organized in school. I like to have everything in order so that when I go to look for something it is the exact place that it is supposed to be.
My parents are what you call the "suburban house couple." My dad is an ER surgeon who works the late shift at the Henryville Hospital. He has the exciting job of really only treating cuts, bruises, broken limbs, and other odd things. He never really has a bad case. I think that the worse case he has ever had was when little Tommy Kinderson fell from the second story of his house and broke his arm, leg, and had to get twenty six stitches in his head. His mother was relieved to know that no permanent damage was done by the fall. My mom is a stay at home mom. I am an only child and I don't really have that much family. I have one grandmother, as I have mentioned before, but she lives for away in South Dakota. I never really get to see her much but when I do it is a fest of bad sweater, hugs and kisses, you know grandma stuff. My grandma lives in the big city, and she is a night owl. I used to love to go there in the summer and hear the roar of the city life but now it seems just annoying. I think that as I get older, I just want to be with my friends, not in a one bedroom apartment the size of my closet with my grandmother who wants to stay up to midnight to play cards. I guess that you could say that we are polar opposites. However, even though we are so different we are the same when it comes to certain values. I love to be with my family as does she, and she loves to play tennis as do I if it is on a video game because otherwise I could potentially break something or hurt someone else.
I live in the small town in a small town. I live in the heart of Liverston, Pennsylvania. The whole town population is only like thirty thousand but the town I live in is called Henryville. The population is six thousand and not growing larger by much each year.
I have the only good looking parents in town. Okay, so yeah I know that it sounds really weird but it's the truth, most of the people out here don't look like my parents do. My parents look like Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston, like the perfect Hollywood couple. Then there is me, I am the kid where people look at and say how in the hell did she come from that. It is shocking the looks that I get when I am out with them, but it think that most of the time it is the look that my parents get that bother me. I don't think that it is the fact that I think that everyone in the world think that I am adopted. My parents are both beautiful and smart, they have the whole package. Their love is stronger than cement; I mean it is the strong of the strong. They have everything and never ask for anything more.
I smoothed out my sweater and did the final check in the mirror to make sure that I was as perfect as I was ever going to get. Once I am done evaluating myself I will go down stairs and have my mother criticize my outfit choice and try to send me back to my room to change before I have to leave. I mean she means well but my mother is past perfectionist, she wouldn't even leave the house without the entire outfit picked out. Yeah, my mom is one in a million but she's about the greatest mom in the world.
