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An Ordinary Me by Brooklyn Taylor


From the outside looking in Garrison
Davis seems like every other senior in high school. On the inside though, he’s
an emotional wreck promising to not love anyone. He chooses to protect himself
by vowing solitude. His dad is in prison for dealing drugs; his mother is a
recovering addict and an emotional mess. The only thing that brings him joy is
playing the drums and that feeling of being needed by his band. It is his
escape, his passion. No one gets hurt or disappointed.  That is until he lays his eyes on Reese at
school. She is the exact example of what he cannot let himself get involved in.
He would do nothing but drag her down with him.
“I want to tell her and show her how
much I love her. I had loved her from the first time I spotted her in that
courtyard smiling but I can’t, I won’t. She deserves so much more than I can
offer. I’m the spawn of a drug dealer and an addict. I have never let myself
love another person and now…  I love her
so much it hurts.”
Reese Owens is the exact opposite of
Garrison. Inside she’s beaming; growing up in a happy home and on the outside
she was a duck out of water. Her parents are the over protective set but are
finally loosening the jail bars. Sophomore year in high school, she has never
dated a boy and is envious of the social life her best friend Autumn Welch has.
She meets Garrison and is instantly attracted to him. He pulls away when she
pushes in. A whole new world opens up to Reese and she finds herself falling
into situations she can’t get herself out of. Making bad decision after bad
decision, she finds out the hard way on how life is full of choices.  The one thing she wants more than anything is
Garrison’s attention which she doesn’t get in return.
“How is it possible to love someone
and keep it quiet? Never to utter those very words knowing he doesn’t feel the
same way. I finally fall in love and he only wants to be friends. He is
everything I have always wanted and he keeps me at a distance making sure we
don’t get too close. How can I ignore my feelings and act like I don’t have
them when we are around each other? How do I resist the urge to move my lips
towards his when he is talking to me?”
Garrison realizes he has to be honest
with Reese and tell her how he really feels before he loses her for good. Just
maybe, he will get love in return for the first time in his life. When he
finally convinces himself to come forth, a life changing event occurs that
could take away the only person in his life that truly loves him.
Is it too late? Does he get the
chance to tell her? And when he confesses does it matter?





Morning after morning, I wake myself
up. I don’t have the normal mother or father to tell me to have a good day or
make me breakfast. Sure I’m a senior in high school, but I’ve never had that.
Even in elementary I took care of myself. My dad was dealing heavy drugs at the
time and when he wasn’t dealing he was high or sleeping. Mom had tried several
times to stay drug free but wasn’t successful with it. My dad wanted her just
like him, destroyed. I have never really known what it was like to have parents
that care. They didn’t understand why I hated the life we lived. More times
than not they voiced their frustration that I thought I was better than them.
I listened to people talk about how
their parents were annoying and watched them like hawks. They had to lie to do
things they wanted to do when caring parents would try to provide them a net,
so they wouldn’t get hurt, something that was only a dream for me. I yearned
for that and knew I was never going to get it. I saw things I shouldn’t have seen
but all it did was make me want to strive even more to make it, to get away
from it. I was going to make it, and I was going to be nothing like my parents.
My evenings were pretty identical to
my mornings. I did my homework, drummed with the band and then made myself
something to eat. Mom worked at a hotel in housekeeping and when she was home
she was either sleeping or sitting in her room in silence. I don’t know if she
knew if I was dead or alive half the time nor would she have cared. Well that’s
not true. If I was dead Aunt Ellen wouldn’t be paying our bills.
This is my senior year and all of my
friends were going to be hanging out, partying, and having a good time, while I
was just going to be living my life. It was a vicious cycle, and I was willing
to do it because I knew I would survive it all. I was going to go to college
and do the one thing that would piss my parents off the most and I would have
full satisfaction in doing just that. It was going to make me happy to put
people away that made and sold drugs and destroyed lives just like mine was.




Brooklyn Taylor

I am a Texas girl, mother of 2 amazing kiddos and married to
my gorgeous soulmate for almost 20 years. I have a full time job in the medical
field but hope one day to strictly write. I love to spend my free time reading,
being outside and playing with my family and 4 fur babies. I am blessed to have
very supportive friends and family that make my life worth living! I started to
write at the instinct of “hey maybe I can do that!” and here I am. I
have enjoyed every step of the journey. Every single person I hear from
about my stories touches me and confirms the reason why I ventured into this
insane dream of mine.
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