It's getting closer and closer to the time that I turn sixteen! Everyone can't wait for their sweet sixteen right? Well, not me!!!!! Man, I'm so mad at myself that I didn't ditch this judging, superficial society when I had the chance. I'm such a coward! This whole idea of you having to get major surgery just to look perfect is idiotic. I just want to look natural and not be infected by those crazy scientists that rule our community. I'm losing time to run away from here! Only three months left until I'll be forced to become my worst nightmare...a PRETTY! Anyone reading this must think that I'm a crazy lunatic right? Who wouldn't want to look perfect? Why wouldn't you want to party every night?The truth is I think I'm fine just the way I am. Some of my friends were lucky, they ran away and they asked me to come...I was so into it and then I chickened out. Now more than ever I'm craving to get out of this town. I'm sick of this city, I'm sick of the rules and boundaries. The last thing I want to become is some empty-headed new pretty. Recently, I've spied on some of my pretty friends and they have changed so much. It's like they don't care about the last 16 years of their life. It's like they've all changed into old, boring clones. Thinking the same thing, wearing the same thing, and doing the same thing. It wouldn't be fun to stay the same for a long period of time. So I ask you, wouldn't you want to progress and accomplish something with your time?
Oh, just to mention it, I met this girl today named Tally! She ironically has the same birthday as me and she seems really nice. Well, I think she's nice, I met her sneaking into Prettytown, spying on this boy that she really likes! Maybe we will find something else in common besides our birth dates.
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