His fidelity for her is immense.
I just help do what the chubby, half naked baby with a dangerous weapon forgets to do: shoot you both.
But I'm way too modest to admit it.
I sometimes ponder upon the issue that if they are meant to be. Marissa and Karl. I mean, Mari is just so outlandish. But, Karl seems to be fine with it. Or he's just thirsty for girls. Either way he's getting away with it.
Anyways. I'm just, me, a girl named Katrina. Though I don't really compile with the name, I live with it. I was going to be named Grace, but you know, my dad has to interfere with everything. It was his choice for Katrina. But, it's not my verdict to set that in stone. In fact, he's in jail right now for... Things I'd rather not say. And I also wouldn't want to talk about my mother. Let's just say.. She.. Uh, is living a wonderful life in the clouds with her parents and the other Angels. Whose taking care of me you ask? Well, mostly myself. But I do live with my grandma and aunt and uncle, which I highly acknowledge very much.
Enough of that, let's just get on with it. I'm 13 turning 14 in September. And I go to Denver Leadership Middle School. I'm in 8th grade, and not excited. At all. I basically have no friends, except Mari. And we barely hang out. Portionatly because she's always with Karl.
So I sit alone at lunch, have headphones on, listening to MCR. People call me loser, ugly, fake, and all sorts of that. Mari seems to have a perfect life. And I'm happy for her. Quite Frankly, I spend more time contemplating about her then myself.
I'm just, well, me.
