I’ve never done the daily prompt for The Daily Post, but I think I’ll give it a try today, with the prompt being, “Tell us all about the person you were when you were sixteen. If you haven’t yet hit sixteen, tell us about the person you want to be at sixteen.”
I have yet to turn sixteen, which may surprise everyone, considering how super mature I am. I’ll be turning 16 in May, and I could picture myself now, in little over a month.
Obviously, I’ll be driving my totally bitchin’ new car to school each day, (a convertible!), with the top down no matter what the weather. Because weather ain’t a problem for those who need four separate hands to count their age.
I’ll probably have grown five to ten inches by this point (16-year olds are tall), and I’ll be sporting a magnificent beard for all to marvel at, and I’ll never have to worry about acne again. If all goes according to plan, I will look like this guy:
I’ll also have all the wisdom and experience that only those sixteen and up could have, and I plan to live happily with the knowledge that 90% of young adult novels and high school dramas center around protagonists my age. There’s also a much higher chance of me making it onto an MTV reality show. *crosses fingers*
But honestly, I’m also a bit upset to be turning 16 so soon, if only because Christopher Paolini published Eragon at fifteen, and I really wanted to beat his record. (You win this round, Paolini.)
I’m also slowly turning into an adult, and that’s a terrifying prospect. I mean, have you ever talked to an adult before? They’re horrible. They’re all “Ooh, taxes!” and “Ow, back pain!” and they lack the “Go binge-drinking!” attitude us teens seem to have, which depresses the hell out of me.
Now I know how Holden Caulfield feels.