Narrative

Impulsive Violet, that's what they call me. My parents just don't understand me, that's all. I sit outside on the cold soft ground as the storm clouds above me roar and let down their rain. The warm rain surrounds me in drops, blocking out the voices coming from inside the house. I am soaked by the rain water but I don't really care, i'm deep in thought. Impulsive Violet, that is all i'll ever be to them. My thoughts released without restraint, uninhibited. My actions instinctual and impulsive. I want them to trust and accept my decision. You see what happened was that I married my boyfriend of two years. My parents aren't too happy about that, but I am eighteen and am old enough to make these kind of decisions. Hot tears stream down my face from their disapproval and distrust. I want them to stop seeing me as some impulsive little girl who can't make logical decisions. "Violet, you have made a terrible mistake and you are ruining your life. This marriage will never last." The words echo in my head as I try to pull myself together. The storm from the clouds let up a little, giving me the confidence to go inside and face my parents with confidence. I am not impulsive, I thought this one through this time. They need to learn to accept my decision and move on.