Charlene
I'm heading out of my house on my way to my self-defense classes. My father has asked me to take the lessons, as he thinks they might be needed at any moment. I believe it has always been a bit frustrating for him to have only one daughter and to always be worried about her. With a son, things would have been a lot easier for him.
My mother always wanted me to behave like the perfect princess, sweet and demure, telling me that would make sure Aaron noticed me. Ugh! That's so not true. My friend always saw me as the typical rich, spoiled, and capricious girl, who only did what our parents wanted.
Perhaps that was one of the reasons why he never took me into consideration.
I hop in my car and drive slowly; I'm not in a rush today.
When I arrive at school, I get out with my bag
