Chapter 1
Everyone always talks about that one moment in ones life that defines them. The moment that changes and warps your entire life after you've been hit with a crater sized event. I've been taught that one can only be defined if you have lived your life a specific way, that life must be lived by a strict code. To always do as your told, to be silent.
I've lived by rules my whole life, followed the invisible code and believed that everything about life was analytical and precise. Stepping out of line was never an option for me.
By now your probably wondering what i'm blabbering on about and if you haven't already realized it yet this isn't your typical story. Trust me i've read them, i know the expections of telling a story. Mine doesn't come from classics. That is their story and nobody is better at telling it than them, but this one right here is mine. This is the story of someone who learned life can't be exact.
I'm the girl who sits in the back of the class watching, that never does anything unscripted and is always doing what she's told. The good girl who follows the rules until now. I now understand now what the hundreds of authors i've read were trying to say in their own way in their own silence.
That you need to learn that life can be lived by being safe all the time. That to live you have to shatter the silence.
Waking up to gloomy skies and rain pelting my window seems to fit in with my mood perfectly. A horrid effect of living the same routine everyday. Ever since i was little my parent have had the strictest rules. Where most people go to parties and enjoy being seventeen, i was stuck with textbooks and expectation blaring down my neck hoping that i'll one day have the courage demand a break.
Most people will tell me i'm lucky, that i should be happy to be born a Westridge and i understand but being the youngest in the family is difficult. I mean how many people can say their entire family are either lawyers or doctors and then you come along wanting neither. I'll tell you how many, Zero because most people have choices and lives, just not us.
My entire life has been planned out for me, down to the outfit I wear to school. In short while most people believe being a Westridge is the greatest thing in the world, they don't know how truely exhausting it is.
Now i know what your thinking, that this is about learning how to be your own person. You would be wrong this isn't about growing up, it's about learning why the rules are there to begin with
