you are mine nobody else's

I tied my bobmarley into a bun and applied gel at the edges in front. then I slammed the powder foam on my face repeatedly till I was contented then I let the lip gloss glide over my lips. slowly I picked up my denim hand bag, glancing over to the mirror one last time this time contented I walk out of the house and locked it. I begin to walk to the junction where to get a cab and in no time I found one and got in . Today I've got to go to Church even with no parents around me I still suffer to go to it even when I'm not in the mood. my parents and my three other siblings are in canada. yeah I should be a hundred percent free person. like go to club with some random friends, get drunk , get an hangover and meet myself back at home and start wondering how I got home and if the unknown helper f****d me all in the name of helping but no my parents made it fifty-fifty . they got my mom's friend to watch over me believe me I purposely keep my phone in silence or sometimes just ignore her calls. she doesn't really like me and I totally hate her too. it's like she's one ofy enemies in progress adding to all of that I'm beginning to hate my self for falling for her son. anyways the main reason I really have been going to church is to see one boy in particular. Get it all my attempt to have a boyfriend all my life has always failed I admit I'm not that beautiful but with a little makeup it's like you go girl..... but my attitude is dangerous even to my own health. I have this stinking behavior which people call it anyways. I have been a loner like seventy percent of my life but I'm still so young so .... when I even crushed on this my mom's friend's son who is practically tormenting my life for the time being, he told me over a text to stop talking like he owes me something truth be told he did owe me something because he had the guts to ask my friend out and not me. it's not even like she's better than me she's so skinny I could die. but I have decided to let it slide down my asshole in one piece. I can't because of a boy die. There are so many things I would love to do so I'm not ready to die yet. I haven't had my first kiss at my age, I haven't had someone to love me, tease me, lovey dovey me and all so... and even to the top most shelf I haven't f****d so I'll take my time . Deep down I'm depressed but I keep up to myself by making myself happy it's been hard with families turning their backs on me and all, black mails here and there. the car came to an halt just infront of the church and I get out gracefully cause I know I look good oh.. I pull a scarf out of my bag and tie it round my head just before u entered the building as usual, on every weekends all eyes are on me because no matter how the cloth I have look like I always make it look good and mostly because I love stocking my closet with new clothing's every week. I gently slip into one of the seats in the congregation just infront of my admirer.