Tiana+Zero+Draft

My parents must have been pinning for a baby boy when I was born. For, they definitely named me after one. I mean seriously who names a baby girl Riley, of all the feminine names in the world, they have to give me a name that is more often a boy's than a girl's. Now I have to constantly deal with the confusion of my boy name. Ever since I was little, on the first day of school, the teachers would always call my name and want everyone to introduce our self to the class. When calling Riley, the teachers always search for a boy's face in the sea of faces. The look on their face is priceless when I stand up and they realize that I am in fact a female. Also, its not like I'll ever be able to have a good nickname. The only nickname you could derive from the name Riley would be rye, and who wants to have a nickname that is a type of bread. My friends in particular fine it highly amusing to call me that. Now that I'm in high school, I make a point of expressing myself. That's what I told my parents anyway when I decided to dye my hair blue. They didn't take it very well. But what do I care, its not like they really care about what I do, they only care about the bad impressions I make on their rich co-workers and friends. They always say that it's so embarrassing to be seen with me in public with my bright blue hair. But I must say that I would rather be seen with the most nerdish guy is school, than to hang out with such phonies and posers as my parents are. My parents are such the fakers. They always try to act the part of being a rich person. Always remodeling the house and kitchen; buying the most recent plasma flat screen television or the priciest cell phones and laptops that are so thin that I'm surprised they don't break from the slightest touch of a finger. But what do I know; I'm just a crazy, rebellious, blue streaked haired teenager who is just so naïve and knows nothing about the world. My friends and I decided to dye our hair a couple months ago during spring break. We were going to dye our hair exotic colors and see who's parents would react the worst. The plan was to dye our hair whatever our favorite color was. Too bad mine was blue. Everyone knows that my favorite color is blue due to the fact that all my artwork is usually painted blue, even my rose drawings are always blue. Of course my friends' favorite colors changed temporarily to black, blonde, brunette, and a reddish brown color. I was the only one that stuck to such an exotic hair color. Although Shawn was close to dying his hair green. I love my blue streaked hair though. During English class, I always enjoy twirling a blue strand around my finger and pissing the teacher off.

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