My Protector

The Beginning

Everyone thinks it's easy, having a reputation and life like mine. They think that all I do is fool around and have a good time getting high. They don't know that I sell drugs for one reason only. To stay alive.

It's typical really. I don't expect much from these spoiled teenagers. They don't know what it means to be broke and have no proper family. I don't blame them either. They were never forced into this situation like I was.

I just wish they would all at least try to keep their opinions of me to themselves.

Walking through the hallways with a smirk on your face the entire time has its ups and downs. It intimidates people and makes them back the fuck off.. which is great. Although, it gets hard when you hear whispers about you and you have to keep up that smirk and pretend their words didn't affect you, because no matter how strong you are, words hurt.

I would know.

I've been through all kinds of physical pain, but nothing, and I mean nothing, hurts as much as people's words and assumptions. Especially when it comes from the people that you once thought you knew and cared about.

It sucks because they don't even know me. They just assume they do from the shit they've heard.

I know my reputation is absolutely appalling. To them, I'm a hooker who sells drugs and has dead parents. To me, I'm just a girl trying to push through life. I'll tell you though, the hooker part isn't true. I respect myself enough not to sink that low.

Before you say it, I know selling drugs is no better, but as long as it doesn't involve any sexual shit, I'm as happy as can be.

Anyways, I try to push through as much as I can. I come to school, go to work, and just so happen to have another job that isn't so legal. I swear though, I'm not a bad person at heart. I just make people think i am so no one gets close.

Absurd you say? Maybe. You know what though? No one deserves to be dragged into my crappy life.

"Miss Damani?"

My eyes snapped up to meet my English teacher's. His face looked somewhat annoyed, but patient at the same time with all his wrinkles.

"Yes sir?" I said loudly, deciding to keep my sarcasm at bay for now.

"Would you mind maybe paying attention to what I'm teaching?" He narrowed his eyes, seemingly mistaking my answer as sarcasm. I chuckled to myself. Well, wouldn't want to disappoint.

"Would you mind maybe if your lessons didn't make me fall asleep?" I said with innocent eyes. His eyes flashed at me and he sighed.

"Anyways class, so when Shakespeare says this, he is referring to...."

I zoned his voice out again, focusing on my thoughts as I waited for the final bell to ring so I could go to work. I had a huge deal tonight and I had to stay on schedule. This could possibly be the biggest deal I get. I can't screw it up.

-------------------> Picture of Avalon at the side, played by Lucy Hale