Oh, hey I'm Lucy Miller. I just turned eighteen and I am moving out, with my mom, being bipolar, and my dad left when I was three, I promise, I don't have "Daddy issues" I just love dancing, and singing. A few years back, my sister and a few friends took pole dancing classes with me. Me and my sister took dance lessons since we were four, ballet, jazz, tap, hip-hop, and even some salsa. So, since we have the same friends, and they dance, we talked them into pole dancing, just at sixteen, we already had fake id's and stuff, so we pretended to be eighteen, nineteen, and twenty, we picked my friend Miya, to be twenty because she is older looking, in a good way, but still. I don't talk to them much anymore, besides Miya. Miya's boyfriends hits her. It's sad we Face-time a lot, and she always has a new wound; black eye, scratch, cut, one time there was even a bite mark. I'm pretty sure there's some sexual abuse happening, too. She's gonna help me move.
Now that we got most of that out of the way, let's look into my past, so you can get to know me.
So, my dad left when I was three, and me and my sister have always been close, we rarely fight. We fought more when we were younger but realized, that we needed each other, to survive. Our mom was drunk half the time, and she was bipolar, so.... You know. About a year later, my sister and I started dancing, that's when we met our friends;
Miya Jones, Macy Weds, and Jade Moore, and like I said we met in dancing classes. Ballet to be exact. In our last year of high-school, we made a dance club, and made it really hard to get into. Practically impossible. Actually, that's how how we met our enemies, we had a dance off, to see who could have the official school dance club. They won, because they cheated, so we just had it out of school.
My sister has an alcohol problem, so she can't move out of the house, because we found out before I was eighteen, so she can't move in with me, but she needs to live with a legal adult, who can take care of her, and she couldn't go to juvy, or a rehabilitation center. So, I am gonna see if she can move in with me, but I'm gonna have to go to Texas, set up my house, get a full time job, move back, while paying for the apartment, but save up the money, so I can pay early, then spend months trying to win the case. I just can't... Yet, it will be okay, I can talk to her everyday, on Skype, and I will text her, and I will send post cards.
On the bright side, I'm getting my first tattoo, so, I have no idea what it will be, but I will get it. A thing or two about me, ummm, I'm not the skinniest, I still write in a diary.
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And, just so you know why I'm moving. I found my dad. He lives in Texas.
