The Adventures of Teenage Dreams

"Turn off I.I.M, they had enough for today."

My parental units let me slumber, certain times of the day. Father, my dearest creator, why have you foresaken me. Am I not perfect in your image? Am I just another abomination of a copy? Tell me, was I meant to be something great?

Click

Click

Clonk

Click

Click

Clonk

The noise of clicking switches and clonking of old heels, quieted my atrocious thoughts. For now. Mother passes by me, many times today. I adore her very much. That faint smile can kills thousands with one warm, so inciting and inviting. Soft skin, pale like the moonlight on a full moon. If only father was here, he too would admire her beauty. If only her appearance would reflect her actions.

One day, she told me about a white building. Spoke of it like it was an ancient story, as if she went sounded horrible. She called it "High school". I wonder if I will go there. It would be hell on earth if I did. Death sounds better than spending eight hours of valuable time to do so. Why is there such a thing? As a human, are we expected to waste time like we have infinite uses for it?

I plead to mother more than I would like to. A white building built for knowledge or destruction. For I can not tell.

"Mother, do I have to go?"

That faint smile was shown to me exited my room, possibly coming back to a book has been thrown at my head. Pain. All I felt was pain at that moment. Another one of my mother's antics to abuse me legally. I read the book title with utter confusion. In big bold letters it said...

Social skills: How to use them to succeed in life

Excuse my french. That dammed mother of mine, tries to tell me what I need. I know what I need!

Wait. Do I?