Have Faith: Life and Times of a Glorious Asshole

Just Know that Shit's Going Down in the Near Future because Life SUCKS

Meeting the siblings was probably what lead my life into a downward spiral.
Believe it or not, when I had decided to room with the Goodie-Gang, my future became much brighter.

I wasn't on the streets.
I wasn't stealing.
I was with my gang.
My little gang of abused kids with mental disorders and deep dark shit.

And somehow, it made my life better.

There were changes within the Goodie-Gang by that time, also.

Leah was probably the one out of us who had most of her shit together to begin with. She didn't really change at all, simply encouraging the others with her insistent, strong personality.

Thomas had become much more flamboyant; and though his anxiety still pricking at him constantly, he was even more outgoing and it appeared to us that Eric wasn't the only one in the house who got play.
And by that, I mean Thomas had a shitload of "dick appointments".

Vanessa seemed to became a bit more relaxed. She had gotten better when it came to her panic attacks and strokes of depression. It had gotten to the point where she'd have an anxiety issue about once every one or two months.

Eric had loosened up slightly. He was kind to us, not throwing us out of the house as much. In fact, he had changed the most.
He had almost stopped with his constant smoking and drug taking, and the number of girls who we'd catch slipping out of the house had greatly decreased. Most of all, he would smile more. And laugh. He, our mature, great authority figure, had learned to become a bit less anal and actually have a bit of fun.

But, when I met the siblings, all of this was taken off of the road to Happy Land and placed right onto the one way decent into Deep Shitsville.

This was caused mainly by a fact we were not yet aware of.
We, (as much as I hate including myself of part of the idiotic group) were nothing but pawns in the Chess Master's game.
Encountering the Angelovs had set us on the course of defeat.

Our lives were turning into an episode of Keeping Up With the Kardashians.
Starting off with small hopes that everything will finalize good and right, but ultimately ending up in a downward spiral, following the basis of the phrase, "Kim, would you stop taking pictures of yourself?! Your sister's going to jail!"
If you don't know where that line comes from, look it up and watch one of the videos. It's fucking hilarious.

Now, I know you probably want me to elaborate how our lives had turned from hopeful and nice, with flowers getting blown up our asses into an all out shit fest. But, as I've said before, I'm not a good person.
So I'm gonna make you figure that out in your own throughout the course of the upcoming chapters.
I feel pretty damn savage. I should probably slide on some shades.
Damn it feels good to be a gangster.

It was strange, though. Between me, the Goodie-Gang, and the siblings, there were quite a few people using one another. A supposed symbiotic relationship within our groups had hidden commensalism, borderline parasitism values.

But, no one seemed to notice. Or, at least, I didn't notice.
I was busy trying to balance a violent occupation of killing monsters at night and a social life.

Highschool is some tough shit.

Now, being an 18 year old girl who only stands five feet tall and has to hide a life of vigilante crime, I was doing pretty well with the whole fitting in thing.
I was captain of the tackle football team and graduation was coming up.
Eric had already registered me for community college, convinced that I should continue an education. As if I'd have a normal life after all of this shit had passed.
But the thing about this shit-
It doesn't pass.
It never ends.
It's balance.