a/n well this is just something that came up to me.. Hope you like it..
It's a view on Cho thoughts. Please review!
disclaimer Well I own nothing.. it's all J.K. Rowling.
On the outside I look calm, everything under control. They all think I have the perfect life: Loving parents, good grades, seeker on the ravenclaw quidditch team, many friends, good brains.., I'm popular, everything is good.. But beneath the surface I am not what I appear to be. Traditions bound me. Pressure to be perfect is always near. People who follow my ervery step lurking for a mistake. Certain expectations make me another person than I actually am.
I'm leading people on with my appearance. I'm leading myself on.. For all the people out there I am perfect.. I am perfection itself, but they all forget that perfection doesn't exist. Because nobody is perfect.
My life is boring. Perfection bores. And I already know, even though I'm just 17, how my life will be. I am Chinese and that means my life is already arranged from birth to death. Traditions bounds me to a fate I despise so much, but I do not have the strength to resist it.
I will marry a man, who I do not love. I will give birth to his child.
I will appear to be happy and contend with my life, though deep inside of me I will crave for something else.. something that intrigues me.. something that is not predictable.
I wil cry when I lead my daughter into her marriage. I will be full of joy when my grandson is born. I will morn when my husband dies.
I will do all of this, because it is expected of me and not because I want to.
Finally I will die too. With only memories of me left behind, but soon they will forget me. Like I never have existed. For I am like perfection. I comes, it goes and it will be forgotten. Memories of me will fade away.. just like I did.
I never asked to be perfect. But my opinion isn't ask.
I will lead my life thinkin' how it could have been if I had rebelled against my family. If I had took his offer. Harry's offer. But I couldn't. I couldn't take his offer. I owe so much to my family. Call it guild if you want to.. And for another reason I am not strong enough to take the chance to break free. I will live forever in my prison thinkin' how it could have been and I will be contend with that.
REVIEW PLEASE!! It took me a long time to pull through with putting it on ff.net my first fic. Be gentle please, but just review.
On the outside I look calm, everything under control. They all think I have the perfect life: Loving parents, good grades, seeker on the ravenclaw quidditch team, many friends, good brains.., I'm popular, everything is good.. But beneath the surface I am not what I appear to be. Traditions bound me. Pressure to be perfect is always near. People who follow my ervery step lurking for a mistake. Certain expectations make me another person than I actually am.
I'm leading people on with my appearance. I'm leading myself on.. For all the people out there I am perfect.. I am perfection itself, but they all forget that perfection doesn't exist. Because nobody is perfect.
My life is boring. Perfection bores. And I already know, even though I'm just 17, how my life will be. I am Chinese and that means my life is already arranged from birth to death. Traditions bounds me to a fate I despise so much, but I do not have the strength to resist it.
I will marry a man, who I do not love. I will give birth to his child.
I will appear to be happy and contend with my life, though deep inside of me I will crave for something else.. something that intrigues me.. something that is not predictable.
I wil cry when I lead my daughter into her marriage. I will be full of joy when my grandson is born. I will morn when my husband dies.
I will do all of this, because it is expected of me and not because I want to.
Finally I will die too. With only memories of me left behind, but soon they will forget me. Like I never have existed. For I am like perfection. I comes, it goes and it will be forgotten. Memories of me will fade away.. just like I did.
I never asked to be perfect. But my opinion isn't ask.
I will lead my life thinkin' how it could have been if I had rebelled against my family. If I had took his offer. Harry's offer. But I couldn't. I couldn't take his offer. I owe so much to my family. Call it guild if you want to.. And for another reason I am not strong enough to take the chance to break free. I will live forever in my prison thinkin' how it could have been and I will be contend with that.
REVIEW PLEASE!! It took me a long time to pull through with putting it on ff.net my first fic. Be gentle please, but just review.