Chapter 1
An Introduction into My Life
Some people live their lives doing what other people say is the best only so they can fit in. Not Me! I live with my own rules. I'm not one to live like every one else! I'm not a robot who takes and follows the orders of my peers!
Oh yeah I forgot to tell you I'm a little short tempered and my name is Yvonne just Yvonne but every one I know calls me 'baby' they think I'm not able to do anything and that they all need to look after me although I'm seventeen years old now. My father works for some big super star and is away all the time so ma and I live at home in our big mansion. It's a big place but neither of us likes it. Ma and I always talk about her getting a divorce but when dad comes home she forgets all about it and remembers the real reason why she married him. Although it's annoying to have to talk to a picture or in a cell phone: on holidays or someone's birthday or just for no reason. We have a nice little family…I guess.
My life, every day, seems to be like a very good story that you just can't put down. Though sometimes it may get boring you can know something will always come up. My mom is always coming to bail me out of trouble; whether it's our neighbors house getting stuck in something to detention, with all the trouble I've gotten into I'm surprised I'm not grounded for life.
Every Tuesdays and Thursdays I go to a psychotherapist (whose favorite line is "It's a way to try and get more attention") we don't exactly see eye to eye. Though I go to a public high school everyday…I'm a social outcast, you'd think I'd be extremely popular because of all my money but strangely I'm not. I'm the only sane person there. By the way the classes I go to are honors: Geometry, Chemistry/Physics (half a year/ half a year), Civics/Debate, and Spanish: I also go to normal classes like Phys Ed, Literature, English, Health, and Art (I can't even make a simple clay ball without screwing up!). My parents don't really care about how smart I am unless I get a letter sent home.
By the way if you were wondering I have a few pets. Two dogs, a Golden Retriever and a Schnauzer (April and Wednesday; like the Adams family daughter). I also have a billion fish, salt and fresh water. I also have a grass snake that ma doesn't know about yet but will find soon enough. I have deep, dark black eyes and light brown hair that is fairly long (about to the middle of my back). I also have this really cool English accent. Oh yah I'm a tan Caucasian, I was born with tan skin, although a bunch of rumors are going around saying I spend all of my free time in a tanning booth but it's just a rumor. You know what I really Hate rumors because they always have to be about me. I have a tiny nose that fits perfectly with my average sized head. My lips never have lipstick, heck I never wear makeup period. I hate the stuff. Oh look I'm Brittany Spears and I wear so much makeup that no one can see my face, I'm supposed to be sarcastic if you didn't know. I'm sort of short but not so much that I'm the shortest junior in school. I have a great shape. I don't have fat legs. I have a tight little stomach and a prefect six-pack abs. Every other month my mom takes me to get my eyebrows waxed.
Ma has a body to rival that of J Lo. She has the same tan Caucasian skin as I do. She has light blue eyes and blond hair. That is after she got it dyed. She has the perfect figure and tiny feet. She has fat fingers though; dad never cared so neither do I. She's very tall almost an inch and a half taller than dad. She looks like she's twenty but she's really forty-five.
Dad is a very handsome man. He has these deep, dark black eyes like mine. You feel as if it's a bottomless pit when you look in them; mine are the same way. He has dark brown hair with blond high lights. His hair is very short but not too short because he likes to form it into spikes. He has a hot goatee and every woman he comes across has asked him to go out with her. He never says yes though. He has a weight trainer's body and all of his muscles bulge out; he wears tight shirt to show off his muscles because of how proud he is to still have a great body at his age. He's not too tall but not too short just like me.
My family is a small family. I've always wanted to have an older sibling or a younger one. I once asked my parents for a little brother or sister for my birthday and even Christmas, but all I've ever heard was you're dad is never around and the stork never comes to homes with daddy's never around. They always hurt my feelings, but I've gotten over it. I love them. Mom and I every morning go to a stable I sleep in the stable and she goes riding. She started riding after dad got his job and was never home. Although we both loved him we sort of hated him for never being home. Ma and I some times talked about the good old days and about going to the beach with him and every thing we did as a family. I always broke down inside but never did in front of ma. For I knew that if I did she would start yelling at me for being too soft.
Ma every Wednesday goes to the Pick'n'Save to go grocery store. Every Thursday she goes to her friend Betsy's house and wouldn't come home till about 10:30ish (give or take two hours that is). The only reason I never sued her because of child abuse was because the cops would arrest me of fraud and find a reason to try to get me in jail because I have a criminal record a mile long. That and if I won I would be sent to an orphanage and I don't want that at all. Orphanages scare me and you will find out why later on.
Dad and I always got along but I never got along with ma. Dad and I used to go to the local wrestling tournaments but all ma ever wanted to do was go to the mall, go to the hairdresser, or complain. She never worked and dad was the one making ensmeat just so we could live in our two-room apartment. But then he got his nice new job and everything changed. Ma practically lived at the hair dressers or the mall, dad was always gone, and I started to make the ruckus trying to get someone to notice me; but all they ever saw was all the money they were spending. Dad and his fancy cars. Mom always gone shopping. I was always stuck at home. I didn't enjoy it very much but I got my own way to deal with it.
Dad started not showing up for dinner. Then he started to not even come home. After a bit we even stopped talking but I eventually called him at a safe time, on his cell phone, I called him at midnight on the holidays only. It was always hard to speak to him. Sometimes I would burst out crying and not even he could shut me up. That's when I decided to become a juvenile delinquent. Ma never called the cops or got me committed for "she would be too lonely". I never believed her even when she told me she wanted to file a divorce. She never did though…she couldn't go through with it. She's said a lot of stupid things in her life or said she was going to do a lot of things but she never went through with them…she couldn't.
I know all of this is starting to boar you so I guess I'll tell my story.