small town girl

   Everywhere there are those simple girls blonde hair, blue eyes, and glowing skin. The type that have a personality like hundreds of other girls in the world, but everyday are told they are different. They may be different to their hometown, but in a town like mine they aren't hard to find. It's girls like Constance that are one in a million. Constance is a pixie cut brown haired girl with purple eyes, and a smile like those many girls from the south. You know the smile I'm talking about right? Perfectly straight but with the slightest gap, caressed by those light pink lips. Unlike everyone else she strived to be different. By now your wondering what this story is truly about. Ill clue you in for the sake of your reading. This story is about a girl, death, and the fact that there's no place like home.

 

   Life in a small town is always particularly boring. It makes it worse when the population of the town is 50, oh wait, my bad 57. The Johnson family makes all the difference. In order to keep this place running we ALL worked, well all of us that could. There's always the elderly and the kids. I personally started working for the diner when i was 10. Lucy's was like a major hot spot. It was the only remotely entertaining place to be, and the cooks there could sure make a mean peach cobbler. I'm Constance the waitress, the bust "boy", the girl with the purple eyes, or as many of the other girls said "the freak". I cant help the fact im different before my father passed we pretty much lived the life of hippies, minus the pot. Once his death was in reach we moved to "such town" where everyone knows everyone, and their secrets. My mom remarried not even a year after my dad died, that was major talk for the longest of times. Nothing surprises anyone, i guess. My town is a town full of scandals. It's hard telling what will come next. Most of the men beat their wives and children, drank everyday, and a cigarette in their hand at every moment just to make sure everyone stayed in line.

  My mom married one of these "men". Needless to say he wasn't all that interested in her, he was interested in me. Hardly a man at all, too weak, but yet to power hungry and lacking love and compassion, though most men do. Once i had valued life and the idea of a good relationship,m but here id never be caught dead with a single guy in this town, most likely not even one near it. besides, i don't have time. I work, i eat, i work some more, i go home and protect my mother, as if she needs protecting. As each belt lashes through the air or each drunken comment is sprung, they are aimed towards me. What else do i have to live for then being a slave?

  Summertime never happened here, just school, school, and more school.

 

 

Author's Note

intro paragraph done- chapter unfinished

Reviews

[starwillow]

sounds very interesting & good!