Preface.
Izzy.
She stares at the mirror and the mirror stares back.
All the lightness in her eyes is slowly turning black.
She thinks to herself 'is this all really me?'
All she really wants, is to just be free.
Free from all the distortion,
And free from the lies.
Free from all the pain and suffering the mirror hides.
She stares at the mirror and the mirror stares back.
All the lightness in her eyes has slowly turned blackā¦
(By Ayla...)
This is how I felt. No matter what anyone tried to tell me, I felt like this. I had spent just under four weeks here and I already hated it. As soon as I was eighteen, I was out of here. I had a few good friends but not a lot I really cared about. I wouldn't miss many people when I left. I was glad there was a big party tonight just out of the forks. My parents had gone away for the day so I had no trouble sneaking my twelve or so drinks out of the house and into my car. I decided I needed to get started before I left so I had a few shots of straight vodka. I had a very high tolerance for alcohol, (from all my experience drinking it), so it was just enough to get me a little warmed up. As soon as I got there I started my drinks, finding my friends quickly. I went to go get another from my bag, when I was stopped by a freakishly hot guy. i could tell that under his tight blue polo shirt there was a six pack there. I was immediately turned on. It took all the effort I had to not jump him right there in the middle of the room with everybody around. He started talking to me about stuff and I was only half listening. I was trying to find out how big a package he had when he decided to introduce me to his friend. I turned around and if you can imagine it, I found an even hotter guy staring at me like I was the only person that existed in his world. Why was he looking at me like that?
