Started writing..hopefully will turn into a book…here’s chapter one.

“So what are you waiting for?”

I can’t help but to think that no one is on my side tonight.

“Just do it already!”

But what will I get out of this? Some instant euphoria onto to which I’ll be just like you? I am on the basis of finding who I am. And doing this one thing, will throw off everything I’ve worked so hard for. No I’m not being irrational, or insecure I just feel no need to do it. So there I was walking away from what potentially could have been the platform to a newfound social status. It’s not that I didn’t want to smoke weed, but I felt as though I was doing it for all the wrong reasons. Plus, I don’t do so well with peer pressure. Instead of giving in to all my fellow peers, I usually just walk away. This of which could be a good thing, but in my case, it has since given me the name, Pussy Wong.

My name is Magnolia Wong. I’m a senior in high school and I’ve had senioritis since freshman year. I was named after my mother’s favorite movie Steel Magnolias. You know that movie with Dolly Parton and Julia Roberts. The only thing I remember about that movie was the armadillo cake. I remember asking my mom for one on my tenth birthday but she said no. I have come into terms with accepting my name, considering all the social torture I had already endured. I also can’t complain considering all the other names that were even being considered.

“Hey Pussy Wong! I heard what happened at the party yesterday! Maybe next time you should stay home and eat a ten gallon bucket of ice cream instead!”

I never quite understood this whole social hierarchy bullshit. It exists everywhere and it’s a thousand times worse for a walking nobody surrounded by people whose only goal in life was to be somebody. Basically, It was an excuse for people to step all over other people because of their own insecurities. Take for instance Natalie Stanford, one of the head bitches in school. She was as perfect as a Michelangelo sculpture. She was every guy’s ideal girl and every girl wanted to be just like her. From her sun kissed skin to her radiant hair. She was the closest thing to a celebrity in this hellhole town. Yet her outside appearance was just a fabrication of who she was on the inside. She was an anorexic bitch who would throw up the crumbs she consumed during lunch. From what I have heard, she is the biggest whore. She will seduce a twelve year old, to even your dad just so she could get what she wants. So in conclusion, she has all the STDs in world because she is tainted meat.

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