St. Audrey

-SUMMER-

Audrey. My parents named me Audrey of all things after my dad's Aunt Audrey. She was literally a nun. She read the bible exclusively, never married, never had sex, never had children, never took a drag in her life, never even thought of the taste of alcohol or drugs.
That's a lot of never's.
And lucky me, I get to spend to the first week of my summer with her. She lives in Louisiana and the last thing I want to do is live with her or speak with her, for that matter, for more then an hour. I bet the shorts I'm wearing will send her into a frenzy, and she'll start quoting freaking bible phrases. The last thing I want to hear.
I graduated from my high school yesterday. Apparently to make sure I wouldn't party my summer away - like I could with the way my parents watch me - they sent me away before all the parties started and am coming back after all the parties finish.
Guess Aunt Audrey doesn't realize what a pain in the a*s she is right now.
Everyone in St. Matthew's thought I was the sluttiest thing to ever walk the earth. I didn't mean for my shirt to slip that much. We were freaking running! Not my fault God blessed me with B's that are freaking too BIG for my body. It slipped the tiniest bit and I get sent to the principal's office. They said if it happened again I was suspended.
So yeah. My parent's transferred me for 'unknown reasons' (i.e. getting suspended doesn't go well with colleges.) to the local public school.
To them, I was a nun.
Too bad it was at the school I don't want to be a nun at. It would be nice to actually be kissed. Or even looked at by a guy. But apparently a girl wearing a silver cross around her neck and never wears anything shorter then her finger tips (that's a stretch. The shortest I ever wore was at my knees.) is someone to avoid. If women were blessed with b***s, why aren't we allowed to flounce them once in a while?
I pull out a crappy, on clearance, romance novel I got from the airport. I had read the book and anything dealing with sexual tension, leads to sex, which is something I will never, ever do.
Thanks mom and dad. I love you too.
I take my headphones out my ears like they were made of acid. Crap. I forgot my mom loaded any song she would approve. Which meant I was listening to church prayers and songs.
Woot. You can SO sing along to this crap.
To my parent's pleasure, I turned out well. They raised me to what they think is the perfect child. Not really.
When I'm finally not under their thumb I might have a chance to mature. Finally. I might get a boyfriend, wear something that isn't itchy and makes me sweat, and be able to get somewhere.
Aubrey = has a lying, inner skank that dreams to get out.
When truth is, it never will.