Art

Chapter 1

     So you think you know me? Or do you just want to know me? Well, it all started in Alexandria, Louisiana where I was tragically born into this horrific, unrelenting world. The next 10 years is still a blur. I was put on various drugs, you could say... they kept me from going 'koo koo for cocoa puffs.'

     My first memories are of this girl in the seventh grade. Just about everyday she wore a gray hoodie along with black sweatpants. She had long naturally red hair and never once was it shorter than it was the day before. She had a face covered in freckles, but not the type of freckles that make someone look cute or adorable; more like they were eating her face. She was a quite small person though, about 5'2 and maybe 100 pounds, but she could really eat a lot of food. I didn't see her arms, stomache, thighs, or shins before college. Despite her physical appearance I wanted her. She was artistic, tech savy, musically inclined, and an amazing poet.

      It was my first day of seventh grade. She and I were both completely new to the school and didn't know anyone. The only difference was she didn't want to know anyone. This school was an extremely prestigous private school. I got in on smarts and she got in on riches. I know this girl sounds...stuck up. I can't blame you she kind of was, but she never wanted anything from anyone. Even if you'd ask her if she wanted something she would never say yes.