ella

i'm so fixated on the girl with the soft sound, and hair all over the place; she woke up in a tightly-fit pair of skinny jeans, her black hair disarranged over the soft cushioned pillow. she had forgotten she had fallen asleep on the couch - due to schools prominent assignments of procrastination. her hand fluttered to her mouth, as a wide yawn soon took over her acne-filled, and pale complexion, when she suddenly had realized; she had work today. 

with the thought of seeing her friends at her workplace again, she rushed to grab her backpack, and scurried out the front door. at the age of 16, she had learned to fend for herself, with the help of her own parental guidance. though she has made many mistakes in her lifetime, she has learned to overcome many, and cherish the things she would no longer do to mistake her imperfect-ed life. she had gradually came to love her job at the community garden, where she cares for nature's essentials, and her friends, filled with love and humor; which has mostly completed the life of herself's.

now, she spends most of the time watching her 8-year-old sister grow into a adolescence hormon-ed  teenager, with a very contemplated lifestyle [i may add], and rather than ignoring her parents complaints, she listens to very intriguing music, and to her very abnormal friends.

as she continues to trudge through her monotonous-but-content-life, she comes to endless possibilities of what could possibly be the next right step for her outrageous-self.

only she will know, who consists a life like such; ella.