Have you ever wondered what your purpose in life is? I sure do. I just turned nineteen and I decided I was ready for my life to begin. I got on a plane and never looked back. I just moved to Collingwood Heights. It's this prehistoric set of bricks that should have probably been torn down a long time ago. I mean really, somebody could seriously get hurt by the ceiling caving in or something. But hey, I'm doing it for the experience... it's something different. I've lived in England all my life. Right now, I'm staring out my window, just looking into the rain. I can see my long, wavy blonde hair in my reflection and my green eyes staring back at me. Wow, the rain is really coming down. I do this a lot. The looking out the window in deep thought kind of thing.
I walk into the kitchen to get a snack. Most things are still in boxes, but I manage to find the peanut butter and a spoon, so that's good enough. Ha! I can eat peanut butter out of the jar with a spoon, and nobody can stop me! My mom keeps saying she can get me a nice apartment somewhere other than Collingwood, but I'm sick of everything being handed to me. It sounds nice to someone who might be poor, but it sucks to feel like you can't get out of the suburbs and feel free. Freedom is all I've ever wanted. I don't know what I want to do or where I want to go, but anywhere is better than home. And, I would never get to eat peanut butter out of the jar back at home. Our maid Simone would knock it out of my hands and say it isn't ladylike. I'm done with always trying to keep my manners and be perfect.