loveistheanswer
10-30-2007, 12:39 AM
"Are you really set on leaving?" My best friend, Alice sits on the foot of my bed. She's smoking a cigarette. I think she thinks it makes her look fancy. "I mean, come on Jesa. New York is where all the rapists and murderers have national conferences," Alice snorts her disapproval and lights a match. "Don't drop that," I scold. It's always been like this between Alice and me. I'm the one who has a somewhat balanced head on her shoulders while Alice is the one who crashes her dad's car at age fourteen. It's just how things are. "Stop dodging the question," She says. I sit down beside her, sighing. "So what if I am? I'll be out of school soon, you know. I'm a big girl," I lay back down against the bed and glare at my ceiling fan. What kind of fan has big pink flowers on it? Alice reads my mind. "Your fan is hideous." She slaps my arm. I can't help but laugh.
I've never liked Memphis, ever. I'm not exaggerating, I hate when people do that. No, with me what you see is what you get. I really don't like much in fact, ask anyone. I'm a bit of a misanthropist. I guess that's why I'm heading off to New York. I just need some space from Memphis and all the people who reside here. My mom really wants me to go to college though, but I don't share her desire. I'm quite fine with only having a high school diploma to my name. I really am fine with not wanting to continue my education. I just wish everyone else was. "What kind of career are you looking into?", the college advisor asks me, interrupting my train of thought. I feel a tiny bit bad for the lady. She looks like this is the last place she thought she'd end up. Her eyes are sad but I can only be nice at certain times and unfortunately, this isn't one of those times. "I'm leaning toward a madam, but drug dealer is a close second," I answer and continue on my way. Career day-slash-college day always gets me. I have to admit, I have no idea what I plan on doing when I reach New York. I mean, I have absolutely no clue. I'm pretty sure that puts me at a disadvantage.
Feel free to tell that it sucks. I'm no where near finished yet though so keep that in mind.
I've never liked Memphis, ever. I'm not exaggerating, I hate when people do that. No, with me what you see is what you get. I really don't like much in fact, ask anyone. I'm a bit of a misanthropist. I guess that's why I'm heading off to New York. I just need some space from Memphis and all the people who reside here. My mom really wants me to go to college though, but I don't share her desire. I'm quite fine with only having a high school diploma to my name. I really am fine with not wanting to continue my education. I just wish everyone else was. "What kind of career are you looking into?", the college advisor asks me, interrupting my train of thought. I feel a tiny bit bad for the lady. She looks like this is the last place she thought she'd end up. Her eyes are sad but I can only be nice at certain times and unfortunately, this isn't one of those times. "I'm leaning toward a madam, but drug dealer is a close second," I answer and continue on my way. Career day-slash-college day always gets me. I have to admit, I have no idea what I plan on doing when I reach New York. I mean, I have absolutely no clue. I'm pretty sure that puts me at a disadvantage.
Feel free to tell that it sucks. I'm no where near finished yet though so keep that in mind.