Monday, August 8, 2011

A story . Chapter 1.

I've always thought that my life will be like one of those teenage movies , where the girl gets it all in the end . When I moved I thought that the cute boy next door will fall in love with me instantly. I had even imagined a couple of romantic moments together. Total dreamer , right? But life doesn't happen always as planned. Your parents get divorced, you move to another country, you lose contact with someone. Things take an unexpected turn all the time and we have to accept it. And the boy next door? He wasn't even a boy. He was an old grumpy lady, who shouts even if you make the slightest noise. Fun, eh ? Life is hard and you can't be sure what awaits you at the next corner. And me? I'm just a normal teenager who finds happiness in writing and music.
- Mom !! - shouted I. - Hey Mom!
But she wasn't there. For some unknown reasons my mom was neglecting me. Shouting , even when I'm innocent. Too much going on ? Maybe. Too much pressure? Sure. It's not easy to work and take care of a child alone , but do I deserve such treatment? I usually don't talk about it and just put on a pair of headphones and sink in the melody of the song that's playing on my iPod.
I'm just looking for someone who will understand me. My parents - they are a dead end case. My friends - not so many anymore. A boy ? What ? I'm not in one of those fairytales, right ?
I look through the window and I see a lot . I see trees , I see people, going to work. I see cars, I see birds. I see pretty much everything so my eyes are pretty much fine. But why is that when I look in the mirror , I don't see myself?

To be continued ...

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