is this alright?
It’s funny how people want different things in life. How there are the people who want fame, whilst there are the people who are only interested in solitude. How getting a nice tan is the only thing on some people’s minds, while instead pages of books are filling up others. How people eagerly search for someone to fill up their heart with a lifetime of love, while others are only looking for a companion for the night.
As for me, well; I was looking for a way to escape. Of course, there was nothing drastic to even be escaping from. But that was it – there was nothing. Throughout my whole life, there had never been one instance where my heart had skipped a beat. And that was all I had ever wanted – something to live for.
The thing is, everyone has a story. Whether it be a girl whose parents were in a car crash when she was young or a couple who made it from high school to their honeymoon – everyone has something to tell. Apart from me.
Let’s be honest – I have never really had anything to say. I was just one of those kids who took life as it came; I hated school yet did my work, I slept all day after a long night out and I pined after guys who were already taken. It seemed as if I had a fair bit in common with the ninety-five percent of the rest of the population. I had a mother and father who had never fought once within my presence, I had an older brother who like most, was rarely at home, and I had two dogs that I’d fed every night for as long as I could remember. There were no brutal divorces, no alcoholic siblings, and no maids to feed my pets or clean my house. There was never a horrific accident to document in my family history, let alone a nosebleed. No heartthrob classmate of mine ever threw stones on my window, and there were certainly never roses sitting on my desk on Valentines Day either. Maybe it was due to the fact that I was always so consumed in my school work, or possibly it was because I was too caught up in trying to impress my family. Or there was the last option, and definitely the most understandable; I had just never been bothered to involve myself in what could complicate my standard response of a life.
That’s why I’d ended up putting my name down for the academica élite tour, where ten people across the states of America were chosen to participate in an overseas journey over the duration of three months. I had always wanted something that I didn’t already have – and this was it. In a way, I could reinvent myself. I could turn into someone who was willing to take a risk and change her usual routine; I didn’t have to hold on to that same perfect, boring girl.
It was a long shot, sure. The top ten schools in America were granted one place each, and then the person with the most excelling major work was granted the spot. So when my name had been announced in my final graduating assembly, I hadn’t quite understood.
People had cheered and kissed my cheek as I’d walked shakily up to the stage, but it was only when I’d held a certificate gaining evidence that I felt fully aware of it.
Now, as I carefully placed my camera and an envelope full of photographs in the top of my travel bag, I realised that this was it. There was no more waiting around for something to happen – this time I was the one going out to find it.
And who knew, maybe I wouldn’t find anything. Maybe all there was to see was a bunch of new countries and some smart, snobby kids. But, for once in my life, I was at least willing to take that risk. For once I’d actually been granted the opportunity to go out and do something for myself. Finally, after years of trying to impress people and maintain that idea of a perfect lifestyle, I could be real.
And whether or not I hated the next three months of my life, I knew that nothing was worse than where I was stuck right now – in a world full of false perfection.
pictures, anything inspiring? haha thanks 
cream and ivory sound cute tooo! i could even go white or black or something