Judyaw5
04-27-2009, 04:59 AM
This is the beginning of my story. Please let me know what you think. Any ideas for improvement?:)
I guess you could say I’m not the typical girl. I’ve never really fit into any of those groups other girls my age insist on being in. Having interest in my hair, clothes, or shoes seems like an incredible waste of time. My make up collection consists of mascara, black eyeliner, and clear lip gloss. The star quarterback has never been my type. Being blonde would be my only intertwining quality had I not cut my hair a little to short. The hot pink and black streaks definitely don’t help my princess points. I’m a little to muscular to be the cheerleader and a little to smart to pretend I’m dumb, but I don’t belong with the chess club either. I think there afraid I’ll beat them up. My musical taste doesn’t belong in the band. Hard rock is not approved listening for Montgomery High school. Not feeling the world is going to end at any moment eliminates me from being emo or goth. I’m definitely not a super model but I‘m pretty enough I guess. Boys seem to notice me but I’ve gotten bored easily with the ones I’ve dated. I never got into all of that silly boyfriend girlfriend high school drama. On one hand I am incredibly stubborn, or so my mom tells me. On the other hand I can’t make up my mind on what to be stubborn about. I just graduated from high school and I should know exactly what I am going to do with my life but honestly, I have no idea. I have thought about everything from acrobat to xylophone player but I can’t see myself doing any of it. I know there is a profession out there somewhere that will make me happy. I just haven’t been able to find it yet.
I am going to stay the summer in Texas with my brother Alex. I haven’t seen him in two years so I am looking forward to spending time with him. We were very close growing up. I think he is the only one in the world that really gets me. Maybe by the end of the summer I will have gained some clarification on how to begin my adult life. Right now all I can think of is seeing Alex’s face.
Our grandpa Henry ( Pops) passed away three years ago . He left Alex and I enough money to go to college and have a good start afterwards. He also left us a ranch in New Braunfels, Texas. Dad wanted us to sell the property and invest the money, but Alex had other plans. Dad’s dream was for both of his kids to get a degree. He wanted us to be doctors, lawyers, or something he considered successful. He never had the chance to get an education and worked very hard all his life to take care of us. Pops offered dad a job many times but he refused to make a living off mom’s father. Don’t get me wrong, dad made a decent wage. We have a nice three bedroom home in suburbia. Alex and I never wanted for anything. We were not spoiled but we always had more than we needed. He was devastated when Alex decided to move to Texas and open an extreme sports center. To me it seemed like the perfect thing for Alex to do. We spent every summer at the ranch. Alex always seemed to be the happiest there. I don’t think he would ever be comfortable in a suit and tie. Dad absolutely refused to give in though, and they haven’t spoken since. He was not happy about me going to the ranch for a visit but he didn’t object outright. I understand that they choose to treat each other that way, but it has nothing to do with me. I Love my brother very much and I will always see him.
I guess you could say I’m not the typical girl. I’ve never really fit into any of those groups other girls my age insist on being in. Having interest in my hair, clothes, or shoes seems like an incredible waste of time. My make up collection consists of mascara, black eyeliner, and clear lip gloss. The star quarterback has never been my type. Being blonde would be my only intertwining quality had I not cut my hair a little to short. The hot pink and black streaks definitely don’t help my princess points. I’m a little to muscular to be the cheerleader and a little to smart to pretend I’m dumb, but I don’t belong with the chess club either. I think there afraid I’ll beat them up. My musical taste doesn’t belong in the band. Hard rock is not approved listening for Montgomery High school. Not feeling the world is going to end at any moment eliminates me from being emo or goth. I’m definitely not a super model but I‘m pretty enough I guess. Boys seem to notice me but I’ve gotten bored easily with the ones I’ve dated. I never got into all of that silly boyfriend girlfriend high school drama. On one hand I am incredibly stubborn, or so my mom tells me. On the other hand I can’t make up my mind on what to be stubborn about. I just graduated from high school and I should know exactly what I am going to do with my life but honestly, I have no idea. I have thought about everything from acrobat to xylophone player but I can’t see myself doing any of it. I know there is a profession out there somewhere that will make me happy. I just haven’t been able to find it yet.
I am going to stay the summer in Texas with my brother Alex. I haven’t seen him in two years so I am looking forward to spending time with him. We were very close growing up. I think he is the only one in the world that really gets me. Maybe by the end of the summer I will have gained some clarification on how to begin my adult life. Right now all I can think of is seeing Alex’s face.
Our grandpa Henry ( Pops) passed away three years ago . He left Alex and I enough money to go to college and have a good start afterwards. He also left us a ranch in New Braunfels, Texas. Dad wanted us to sell the property and invest the money, but Alex had other plans. Dad’s dream was for both of his kids to get a degree. He wanted us to be doctors, lawyers, or something he considered successful. He never had the chance to get an education and worked very hard all his life to take care of us. Pops offered dad a job many times but he refused to make a living off mom’s father. Don’t get me wrong, dad made a decent wage. We have a nice three bedroom home in suburbia. Alex and I never wanted for anything. We were not spoiled but we always had more than we needed. He was devastated when Alex decided to move to Texas and open an extreme sports center. To me it seemed like the perfect thing for Alex to do. We spent every summer at the ranch. Alex always seemed to be the happiest there. I don’t think he would ever be comfortable in a suit and tie. Dad absolutely refused to give in though, and they haven’t spoken since. He was not happy about me going to the ranch for a visit but he didn’t object outright. I understand that they choose to treat each other that way, but it has nothing to do with me. I Love my brother very much and I will always see him.