Chapter 1: Away from home
Hi, I'm Jane, 21, and I'm a single, boy, mother in my 4thYear of college. I gave my son up for adoption.
Let take you back to when it all started.
I was only 18 when I first went to college. I was an excited teenager. I had waited my whole life to get out of my parents house. I mean who wouldn't, when all they do is get in your space and bother you about things.
On my first day, my parents dropped me off at my hostel, and of course they had to follow me to my room, to make sure it was perfect for their little girl.
"Come on mum and dad am an adult now, I can take care of myself." I protested.
"We know you can, we just want to make sure of it." Mum said.
"Besides, you will always be our baby girl." Dad added.
Agh!! I just about had it with these two. I was tired of being treated like a child. Do they always have to be like this.
Anyway none of this mattered now, I was finally leaving their stupid house and stupid rules. I was finally going to be on my own. I was going to stay up, and out as late as I want, without worrying about so old lady nagging me when I get home. I could finally wear whatever I wanted.
Oh yes, I come from a very strict family, where I can't wear clothes that are "too revealing." If they weren't ok then why were they invented. You just don't like it when I look good, mama.
I found my room and it was beautiful and wayyy bigger than my room at home. With 3 beds - I shared it with 2 other girls, Rose and Maria. When I arrived - with my parents - they were already in the room. After my parents left I got acquainted with the 2.
Rose was a trendy socialite, with pink braids, which complimented a light-skin black skintone. She wore the trendiest most stylish outfits and makeup. Today particularly she had on a skimpy, sleeveless, white leather dress, and diamond earrings, with a necklace and bracelet which matched the earrings, as well as simple yet significantly glowing makeup which just made her face thin and eyes pop.
Maria on the other hand was goth, and a rockstar. She was wearing black jean shorts, and a "Rock on" crock top. She had the coolest tatoos all over her body it was difficult to single out her natural skintone. Her makeup was to die for. She also happened to be half British, and had this beautiful accent.
These girls lived my dream, and here was I, in my boring makeup, boring sweatsuit, boring black natural hair, boring unmarked skin, boring lifestyle. I didn't even know what Instagram was until I met them. I was sooo embarrassed. My parents had been so stricted about my social media use. "Instead of using your phone those useless apps, you should be using it for bible study, church meetings, christian and school research." My father would say to my siblings and I. It really sucked being me. I couldn't even download the music I loved because apparently it was the "devil's music." Anything trendy to them was the devil's influence "those clothes were manufactured by demons. I'm not going to spend money on spiritual torment. Not in this life no, I will not let that happen to you." I remember my mum say when we were out shopping and I dared to suggest her buying me a pink little cute dress from forever 21. From then on I just took what she brought, i.e what she believed had no spiritual attachment. Only those clothes made a bully target in highschool.
Boy was I happy to have these girls as my roommates and the best part was, I was AWAY FROM HOME.
