
I come from a dark place. At least that is what everyone says, my parents, my teachers, the parents of the other kids in my class. I am not exactly sure what that means but I have decided to embrace it. I have started refusing to wear anything but black because apparently people from dark places only like dark colors. Personally I would prefer to wear bright yellow and pink but since I come from a dark place, black it is. I like to wear my hair long, stringy and dyed black. I have started taking fewer baths, which is surprisingly refreshing. I refuse to eat vegetables and have started ordering my steak rare, it does not taste that good and I really miss broccoli but I guess that is the price you pay for darkness. I am now only listening to bands with sad disturbing lyrics like the Cure and the Smiths, my parents hate it. sometimes when I listen to the songs I can not help but laugh, they are ridiculous, all that angst and sadness. My writing has taken a turn toward the dark, I now almost exclusively write about vampires, while the stories are good, not to boast but I am a great writer, I would rather sometimes write a story with a happy ending, but I must live up to my image. I will admit the one thing I like about my new dark side is the eyeliner, I look really good with kohl around my eyes, honestly it is almost worth all the other stuff just to be able to have these kohl rimmed eyes. I do hope that when I graduate from High School next year and head to college I can maybe drop the whole dark thing because I am getting kind of bored of it, I should of never written that first stupid vampire story for my creative writing class because it apparently gave everyone the wrong idea about me. If only I could put on a cute summer dress and dye my hair back to blond, I bet my blond hair would look really good with kohl rimmed eyes--- hum maybe I should write a story about Marilyn Monroe, she wore eyeliner and pretty dresses and could be consider dark. I think I have solved my problem, my next story will definitely be about Marilyn Monroe.

6 comments:
That is the beauty of youth, exploring all colors of eronal self. One day blue, another black yet some days can't hide the colors of a rainbow waiting to be discovered.
Let it be..let it happen. It is only life.A beautiful flower comes in many shades...
TJ
http://tjexpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-came-from.html
Love this, Heather.
at first i thought this was in 'your' voice.. but then i realized it was somewhat fabricated because of the highschool bit (i have read the vampire stories from you though!). i love the voice in this piece. very believable. it speaks of that struggle we have w/ identity during adolescence (and beyond, but mainly adolescence). the wanting to try different things but being to stuck in your 'own' crowd you have been deemed into that it is hard to grow out of. in HS, this is especially true with cliques. but not so much 'the real world'.
This story could have been written by quite a few of my teen age female students. I really like it!
Interesting post - I'm thinking there are many people in that loop...dissatisfied but unable to break out until...the next year. Well done. Enjoyed reading.
How easy it is to misjudge people if we go by appearances, and how easy to box them into a corner.
A lesson to us all!
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