In my head
I think I’ve officially gone insane. Of all the problems I have, now I have to plan the rediculously urgent furneral for my fathers sudden death. I mean, why do I have to do it. It’s not like I’m the oldest. Sure I have plenty of money, but Darcy does to. Why do I have to deal with the stress. I’m only 14. Sure I’m graduating high school in two weeks, but I still have to fill out applications and I have so many scholarships I don’t know what to do. I’ve gotten tired of the word “college”. All our parents expect us to go there. My father didn’t. He said that it’s ok if I don’t make it.
I’m rediculously smarter than other people. I usually don’t talk to people. What is there to talk about? They’re out partying with their friends and boyfriends while I’m studying. My father was pretty smart too. He could tell what would happen before It did. When I was born mother died. Mother was beautiful. At least that was what I was told. That she had wavy blonde hair and green eyes like tree leaves. My father had blonde hair too(before it started turning gray). My sister looks more like my parents she gets her hair from both of them and her eyes like my fathers but green his are brown. Me, I don’t look much like anyone in my family. They have short curly blonde hair and I have long flat brown hair. They have green and brown eyes while I have bright blues and they’re not even the same shape. My eyes are big and round and their eyes are less big and round and blue. I get my hight from my father I’m pretty tall and skinny. My sister owns a boutique on Madison she makes up to one thou a week. She has pretty good taste and reasonable prices.
Everything has past by so fast. I feel like I didn’t spend enough time with him, my father. And here I am about ready to go to college. It’ll be over soon and It won’t be so bad.