Old Girl Monologue

She first tried on a plain black skirt with ruffles at the bottom that fell to the middle of her thigh. “I wonder if wearing skirts are popular at this school?” she mumbled under her breath. She quickly changed into shorts that seemed to be so old that she couldn’t even remember when she’d bought them. “What if showing my legs are a bit much for the first day,” she mumbled again. “I’ll just play it safe by slipping on

The shirt still didn’t fit quite right and I didn’t like how the leggings were skin tight. I never thought about how uncomfortable girls clothing could be.

(Knock Knock) “Are you awake in there Scarlett” Mother called out from behind the door. “Yes Mother!” I told her. I hunted for the perfect outfit for the

“The sweats were a little big on me,” you say as a blush starts to cover your cheeks and you look at your bare feet, slightly regretting not putting on the sweats. You look up and notice that his face is about as red as you imagine yours is at this moment.

“I took them off when I started rubbing your feet,” Tattoo smiles as he says it.

“Well, I will not take responsibility for the tittle-tattle, darling,” the golden-haired stated as solemn as she could. “I am joking, I truly think you look fantastic and not too razzle-dazzle which is lovely,” she reassured her friend.

“And the fact that she damn near ripped her hair out of her head doesn't mean a thing, does it?”

“Oh, don’t you look cute in that?” my mama then said. “Girls, doesn’t she look

“You remember that what else do you remember, and no I don't know where your mom is sorry.”

I'm walking to my locker after my 6th period, Choir which is across the school, and am pleased to see that Jack has already left. At least I only have to deal with him once today, I'll just bring my stuff to spare.

“One of the first times we met, you wore jeans. Still got’em? Or was that some costume?”

“Oh, hush. You can’t go to a ball without a dress!” She exclaimed. I hated the way she talked to me — like a mother; my mother was gone and I didn't need someone to replace her.

“Excuse me Samantha I know you don't want to have your heart pulled out who does, but growing up is all about learning to do things we don't want to.”

I glance down at my shirt to see what I was wearing. All it is is a pink shirt. The room grows tense as I think about how to respond. All I can think about is that she can’t tell me what I can and what I can’t wear! By this time, I’m blinded by anger.

My head abruptly turned, meeting the eye of my aunt, Jessica's mom. Aunt Flora was wearing a red cocktail feet-length dress, what is it about the color red everyone seems to like? Aunt Flora was to busy sending daggers at me, she didn't notice her own daughter. Jessica swiftly placed her plate on the table, walking towards us as if she wasn't just eating.