I came to high school expecting to follow in my sister’s footsteps.
Even though my sister and I share many belief and morals, we have contrasted personalities. We are very different people. But, regaurdless of this, I still held my sister as the standard. My parents never held her as an example, yet I wanted to accomplish everything she had done and more. Perhaps it was because hearing her stories, as the younger sister, I was so enthralled about high school life. I couldn’t wait to have the drama of girl feuds, boys, and stupid high school teachers. I wanted to have a crush, a best friend, and an enemy. I wanted to sneak out, make out, and cuss out people. I couldn’t wait for the adventure. I couldn’t wait to grow up, because I assumed that once I grew up and found myself, I’d be happy. I’d figure life out, and it wouldn’t feel awful anymore.
Dancing. Reading. Walking out in the open.