Prologue To Darcy Goldsworthy

I looked in the mirror, and found myself staring at the biggest contradiction possible.

My hair was a shade of auburn I couldn't even place, too white to be true skin, and huge green eyes. My clothes were a whole other story, I was wearing a vintage deadhand t shirt (this old school group my dad used to love, that happened to kick ass), light wash skinny jeans, black mary jane flats, a white headband keeping my hair out of the way of my new cartilage piercing. I guess my outfit somewhat reflected my personality.

My name is Darcy Goldsworthy, and I despised my first name. I was named after my mom's sister, who died while helping build houses in Kenya, from a disease she got while there, when she was 22. I have heard amazing things about my would be aunt don't get me wrong, but the name was so, not me. It was so peppy sounding, and I just wasn't like that.

I am little bit of everything, I suppose. People label me as "emo" all the time, it doesn't bother me though, people's opinions really don't matter to me, most of the time anyway. And the fact of the matter was, I wasn't emo. My style and taste in music is a little dark, I'll give you that, but I was girly too. I was also shy and awkward, while I still found the time to be outspoken and bold in the most inconvenient times.. I guess you can say I got that from my parents, the odd mixture of both styles, But for me, the two ways just kind of fit together.

My mom Clare, is who I inherited my paleness and hair color from, that's for sure, and she was also a little girly, and shy. I was no where near as girly as she was, but I guess you can say we were both soft spoken, but could also kick up the bad-ass attitude when absolutely necessary, which for me, I found was often. But on the other hand, I also took after my dad Eli a lot too. We had the same taste in music, same sense of humor, and same thirst for adventure, as my mom put it.

Everyone seemed to find my dad really attractive, with his young face and dark green eyes,especially my friends, which I found bizarrely creepy. Given: my parents were considerably younger then most of my friends parents, being only 36. But it was still disgusting. The first time new friends would come over, they would just stare at him awestruck. My parents weren't oblivious to it at all. My dad would just smirk (the very same smirk I use daily) and my mom would roll her eyes and smile a knowing smile.

Looking back at old pictures of my parents, I didn't get their relationship at all. My dad was still dark, but he used to be full out dark. As in, drive a hearse dark, Yeah, I hear that story all the time, and I am still trying to understand it. And my mom is and was a polar opposite of him. Yet in all the old pictures, and to this day, they look so unbelievably happy, I guess I'll never get it.

Apparently they got together in 10th grade, and have been together ever since. I found it mind-blowing that you could find your one true love, that early on, especially since I was in the 10th grade presently, I just couldn't imagine finding the one I would spend forever with now. Anyway, they had me when my mom was 21, and my dad was 22, leaving me to be 15 now.

I am in my sophomore year at Degrassi Community High, the very place my parents attended high school, and I am still extremely conflicted on who I am. But hopefully, this would be the year I would finally get to figure it out.