|Promises Are Only Lies
Author: SKATENaked-BlindReaper PM
I need to be honest with myself, looking back on all of this, I've never kept a promise. Correction: I've never kept a promise to myself. And now I think it'll help to start fresh this year. Maybe Sr. Year won't be so bad. That is if I finally bag CameronRated: Fiction M - English - Angst/Romance - Chapters: 2 - Words: 1,551 - Reviews: 1 - Updated: 04-02-05 - Published: 04-01-05 - id: 1874827
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Introduction - Kara
"I want to run through the halls of my high school. I want to scream at the top of my lungs. I've just found out there is no thing called the Real World. Just a lie you have to rise above." John Mayer
As I walk through the halls of my high school looking over the empty halls and imagine the people that I will soon pass, the only thing I can do is hope that I'm never one of them. I never want to be materialistic and care so much about money that it rules my life. I want to get married and have kids young, with someone close to my age. Never in my wildest dreams have I ever even considered getting married to someone twice my age or even older than that. I can't even begin to understand being 30 and getting married to a 50 year old millionare just because I want his name and his money. I am not a gold digger and never will be. I want to lose my virginity to someone that I love in a fit of passion and I want to die of old age. I never want to see a close loved one die before their time. Suicide is low on my list of things to see in my life. And all I want from my last year in this hell hole is something that I can look back on. I want something memorable, not the muddled memories of my past three years. I may be part of the "reject" group of skaters and punks, but that's where I'm happy. I'm not about to change myself for other people. And tommorow when I start my senior year I'm going to try to be honest with myself and others. And maybe I'll finally tell Cameron, my closest guy friends that my feelings for him go beyond the friendship we have shared for so many years. Maybe my group of six kids thrown together at this filter high school, can finally become united. United in our effort to not hide who we are. And I can gurantee you, that this is no cliché, and my ending won't be one that you'll regret reading. But you probably won't like my way of life very much, just a warning. I am everything that I want to be and the sense of independence that I know have, with my car and the house that my parents barely occupy, is something I will be taking full advantage of.
You may now ask youself who I am. Who is this girl, telling me that I won't like who she is and what she does, but I know will find an untimely end. I am Kara Pegoda and I just want to live. I have short brown hair, jelly bracelets knit themselves around my wrists forming a pattern and my blue eyes see more than most sixteen year olds have. I do not drink, I cannot gurantee that I don't smoke and I am still a virgin. My first kiss was with my friend Cameron, because we decided that we wanted to get that over with. That way when I kissed my ex-boyfriend, David, I wouldn't be dissapointed. Well, it turns out that if you kiss you're best hidden crush, then when you kiss your boyfriend, it might not be as thrilling as you'd hoped. The kiss I shared that night on my bed with Cameron will be something that I'll cherish forver. I can only hope that one day I will lose my virginity to Cameron, but I digress. I only wear Skate Shoes and its easier for my group of friends to just share clothes, then go out and buy new ones each year. My mode of trasportation is my 2002 BMW 7 series, I never said I couldn't appreactiate fine things. It was my Dads car, who unfortunately loves money. But I guess that's part of the reason why I hate that lifestyle. I'm the phase of my life where the last thing I want to become is my parents. But my fate is to become them, I know that, I'm just hoping to slow the process down. I guess this leads me into my story, if you are disspointed, please don't hate me. I'm just different from you. Appreciate my difference, don't hate them.