Love of My Dreams
It all started back in high school. I've always been a straight A's honor student, with no friends, no socializing, or anything of that sort. I kept to myself and spoke only when spoken to, or necessary. It was senior year, my final year of high school. Finally, I can get away from all of those annoying people at school. No more loud boys roughhousing and knocking your books down. No more lovey-dovey couples taking up space in the halls. I mean come on, we are supposed to be here to study and learn for the future—not holding hands, sneaking into dark corners, and making babies. I mean no offense to anyone, my own parents were also teen parents. They had me when they were very young (15 to be exact). It was hard on them for many years, until mom got a job at a factory three towns over. This is the main reason why they were always very strict on my siblings and I. We weren't allowed to go out, call friends, or even join clubs. My parents believed it would give us an excuse to sneak around like they once did. I didn't mind, nor did I think much about it, because I understood that they only wanted the best for us. Anyways, I'm getting off track here... where was I? Oh yes!