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Hi!! :)
The picture above is who I picture as Serena Simol.

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I slammed my copy of Withering Heights down on to my queen sized mattress. With the music on full blast downstairs at the bar owned by my sisters boyfriend, there was no use in trying to reread Katherine and Heathcliff's tragic love story.

I rolled off my bed before putting my blonde hair back in a high ponytail. Could it get any hotter in this damn complex?

As soon as my hair tie was fastened, my phone chirped. I walked over to my night stand before grabbing my phone and glancing at the screen. One new message from Jessica.

Jess ;) **Hey girlie! Get your ass down here, I'm out front waiting for you <3**

Me: **On my way down :)**

I rushed over to my closet to grab a simple black low cut dress I got as a hand me down from my sister, Zaida. I made my way towards the staircase after throwing on some black eyeliner and mascara, stopping when I reached my brothers door. Boden was my younger brother at 16, and was already an alcoholic with the occasional drugs. I guess tonight he decided to settle for marijuana. If only mom or dad were here. However, that was the problem, that they weren't. Mom had died five years ago and dad had left us to fend for ourselves only three years later. It was the reason Boden had turned to alcohol in the first place.

With one last glance at his door, I finally decided to just head towards Jess's car downstairs. When I reached the bottom of the staircase, the smell off drugs and alcohol immediately flooded my nostrils. Squeezing my way past all the drunkards scattered everywhere I caught a glimpse of my sister in a skin tight red dress, and her face caked with makeup. Her black laced stilettos made her 3 inches taller than her normal 5'6 height and her blonde hair was curled back into a short high ponytail that swayed back and forth when she walked.

Zaida was one of the many bartenders who worked here all day. It was how her and her boyfriend, Frank, had met.

Frank was at 32 year old man, which was 10 years Zaida's senior, and was abusive mentally and sometimes physically.

Before my sister could spare a glance my way, I slipped out the front door of the bar, and ran towards Jessica's red Ferrari.

Yes, my best friend was probably known as the richest kid in the whole town, but she wasn't a snob like most people assumed. She honestly was just very sarcastic and loud.

I jumped into her car with out a second thought and she pulled me into a hug.

"Are you
going to tell me where we're going now?" I smiled into her embrace.

"It's your 18th birthday today girl! We're going clubbing!" She practically screamed before letting me go.

"Clubbing? Jess, neither of us are over 21! We're not going to get in!" I said.

She flipped her long dark brown hair over her shoulder before grabbing both of my shoulders.

"It hurts to know that you doubt me." She pouted. "I have been on the perfect boyfriend hunt for months just for your birthday."

I remember her going on a bunch of websites looking for 'the one' which was total bullshít because she never settled down with a guy for more than 3 or 4 months. She'd always get bored of them.

"Okay?..." I trailed off not knowing where she was going with this.

"Sooooo." She looked as if she was going to jump out of her seat. "I finally found him!!! He is one of the front doors body guard!!"