Growing-up...

She was a plain and simple girl. She never wanted to stand out. She never wanted to grow-up. That was why she loved Peter-pan so much, because she loved to think that if she wished hard enough she would never have to grow up. She never wanted to talk about boys. It made her feel awkward, like it was another part of her trying to become a teenager. She would not accept that she was in fact not getting younger. She had the perfect grades. If she ever got 1 question wrong she would not be happy about it. She was a good student, but she wasn't maturing fast enough like the other girls she knew. She didn't tell them to stop having fun talking about mature things, like make up, or boys. She just silently left, until you realized she was gone. She only liked this one boy though. She would never tell anyone. Sometimes she scolded herself for blushing when she mentioned him. Up till this day, she is still embarrassed about the time they got married when they were little. She wondered if she actually had feeling for this person. She tried to ignore it, pushing it away when it came into her head. That was another part of growing up. She didn't want that. Then there was another girl, who felt the same way. Her mother had just died, she didn't want anything to change from then on. Not even her self. She never wanted to mature, because that would mean she was leaving the past. And growing up. She wore a jacket to hide any signs of her developing into a teenager. She was still happy, but deep inside when she was alone, she felt awfully sad. She loved to talk to people about it, but no one understood. They lost interest because they didn't know what to say. When she thought of boys, she told herself that she was growing up, and so she tossed the thought away and tried to focus on something else. She had a very good friend. Her hair was red, and her humor was most of the time inappropriate, but that was fine with her. She and her become good friends for almost a year. Jealousy arouse between her best friend and her other best friend. But that ended. They all became friends, though not all of them were close to each other. She ended up having a crush. He was the most handsome, and lovely boy she had ever met. She instantly liked him. She tried to tell herself it was wrong, over, and over again. But she couldn't help it. Her heart had other plans for her. In the end, her heart was broken, and she locked herself in her bedroom at night and cried. She called love stupid, horrible names. Then finally she started to mature. She went to school that next year, and was influenced the wrong way by others. They used social media networks that she decided to join. Only to regret her decision after that year. She grew faster, faster than she thought she would. Maturing. She never forgot that boy who made her heart break for the first time. She looked back, and laughed a little about her past insecure self. She told herself, now its okay to grow up. She has grown up, and this harsh life has forced her to. She has become immature in other areas of her life, but she did realize that becoming mature isn't a bad thing, and growing up is just something you have to accept. There is no need to rush it, it will happen naturally, but truing to stop it is not natural. The girl in the first story, well her story isn't quite done yet. She still hasn't accepted that. Even at the age of 14 she still can't understand that. And you know what? Mine isn't over either.