Who I am now(Part 1)
Every night since my sixteenth birthday I’ve been having the same dream. For the past two weeks I have woken up crying for no reason at 3:23 every night. In the morning I am so exhausted and distracted. I am not the bubbly sophomore anymore. I am not the good student anymore. I don’t know who I am anymore.
My joints and muscles ache. I already grew two inches in the last two weeks. My naturally blonde hair is turning red. At first I just thought I was growing up but now I think I’m turning into a circus freak. My father doesn’t even look at me when he talks; when he glanced at me I swear I saw a tear in his eye. What is happening to me? Nobody in my father’s side have red hair. My mother is a complete mystery to me except for a few memories at the zoo. I can’t remember what she looked like.
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