Dirt

Tulip

Bitches.

All of them.

Screw em.

Family.

Friends.

Screw em all.

Who needed them?

Every one wanted to be on my case all the time -well they could all suck it. Was I a whore? Yes, but it was my choice and my body and I'd do what I want with it.

No ones opinion mattered except for my parents and they were gone now, and there was no way in hell that I was taking directions from Jake and Jesse, they weren't my parents, before my parents died, eight years ago, I was going some where.

Yeah I was only seven but I was on the Junior Cheerleading team ran at the REC center, on the soccer team at my church, and playing the piano.

I loved my mother and father and brothers and sisters, but that was then and this was now, that part of me was gone -a memory, just like my parents, and now I'm a whore.

I wish I could cry.

But I can't.

I cant cry any more.

A couple of months after my parents died, when I was eight, me and Mona Lisa's dog Evie died and wanted to cry so bad, I mean Mona Lisa did but I just couldn't, and it's not like that dog didn't mean any thing to me because it did, no matter how many times we tried washing Evie she still seemed to carry the smell of mom and dad, then she died.

And I couldn't even cry.

Not like I cared any more.

I couldn't, wouldn't and didn't want to.

I didn't want much any more, not guys, not girls, not friends, not even this pathetic excuse of a family, all I wanted was books and quiet.

The boys -they meant nothing, but why should others live their happy lives with out having a taste of what I'd been through?

Though Mona Lisa had been through as much as me, she'd still given up on me just like every one else, given up on me as though I wasn't her own sister, so there fore I wouldn't care any more, I didn't even like Sebastian, he was cocky, narcissistic, rude, and all over not my type. He and Mona lisa had been going out for two years now and as bad as it sounds all that I'd done these past two years was interfere with their relationship and try to break them up, and some how I got some disturbing type of high from watching them struggle.

From watching them be like me.