The teenage life of Tommy Joe Ratliff - Chapter 1
Well, I'm sitting in this fucking car on my way to fucking San Diego. Why? Cause my Dad got a job as a Pastor there. Yep, you heard me right, a Pastor. You see, my parents are strict christens, very strict. My mom only wears skirts and polo shirts, as does my little sister. My dad only wears kakis and polo shirts. I used to, then I turned 15.
See when I was !4, I went a mall I had never been to before. While we where there, We past a Goth shop. I saw all the black clothes and studs and leather, I thought it was awesome. I asked my mom if I could wear that kind of stuff instead of kakis and polo's. She said, "When you get a job and buy your own clothes, you can wear that junk."
So, that summer, I got 2 summer jobs. Job 1: A life guard. I took the course, passed, and got a job. I also never had to wear my ugly 'decent' clothes. I wore my black swim shorts a white polo and my black flip flops. Job 2: I server at MacDonald's. Had a uniform, so again, no ugly clothes.
I used the money I made to buy black Goth clothes. I got black skinny jeans, a chain drive wallet, black t-shirts, a pair of black converse and a pair of creepers. I also bought make- up. Eyeliner, eye shadow, mascara and lip stick. The first day I came down for breakfast all done up, my mom flipped. She told me I was not allowed to dress that way, but I reminded her what she said and she had to give in and let me dress that way.
I went farther, to stuff I never told my parents. I started drinking and smoking, sometimes. I lost my virginity when I was 16 and have since slept with more girls then I can count. I'm now 18 and I paint my fingers and toes, no longer go to church, and am just a rebel.