"When ur someone like me..u don't get very much out of life. A stable home, a good school life, friends, good grades. I've got none of those..except the one exception, my best friend Calin, of course. She's pretty much all I've ever had. At least un...
When ur someone like me..u don't get very much out of life. A stable home, a good school life, friends, good grades.
I've got none of those..except the one exception, my best friend Calin, of course. She's pretty much all I've ever had. At least until I met two idiots that Ive apparently gone to school with my entire life and never noticed.
The two idiots that may have just saved my life..right when it was all over. My name is Marisa Marie Jones...and this is the story of how I died..and turned into someone I didn't think was possible for me.
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But I know I can't just say I died..that wouldn't make that great of a story, now would it? So let me start at the beginning..the day I was born.
I was born in a town called Beacon Hills. A good town. Not much happens around here, but the day I was born wasn't one of those times. My father likes to call it the day he died.
My mother's name was Marie. She died giving birth to me...so the day I was born is also the day my mom died..the day I killed her. And I know I can't blame myself. It's not like it's my fault I was born, but..that's what my dad does. He blames me every single day. Or at least..every time he acknowledges my existence.
My father's name is Rob, short for Robert, cause who rly likes to be called Robert these days, right? He's the owner of a great portion of this little town I live in. U can catch him at every business meeting with perfect attendance, or at every date, or at every town hall meeting, but you'll never rly catch him at parent teacher conferences, or recitals, or at the police station when his delinquent daughter gets into trouble.
Long story short, he doesn't appear very often in this story. Someone who does a little more, however, is my older brother Mason. He usually appears a few times every year to see us. Me, more specifically. Mason lives very well over in New York City with his super model girlfriend. His visits r pretty much the only thing I ever have to look forward too. Especially him coming for Christmas, and flying me to New York for my birthday every year. He swears that once I graduate, he'll fly me to New York permanently and have me go to college there, or do whatever I want with my life. He loves Rob, but there have been multiple arguments with me in or out of the room where Mason has yelled at my father for how he treats me. I think Mason feels bad for me. Why he doesn't just stay here or fight for custody? Probably because then he'd loose his trust fund. That wouldn't be fun for either of us.
Life is hard, but it could always be harder right? I do have one person who always gets me through the hard, or the not hard, just everything..my bestest friend in the whole world..Calin. Her and I have known each other since we were born. Our fathers r best friends. That's the only good thing my father has ever given me rly. My best friend.
Calins mom died when she was little too..cancer. Wasn't a good time..for either of us. Her mom Martha was like a mom to me until she died, so I lost her too. Calin and I only rly have each other, unless u count her having her family.
