Jewel I (In the beginning)

Introduction

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         I was never the type of girl to open up. I mostly kept everything to myself. I never spoke my mind but i kept it real at the same time. How do i do that? I don't have a clue, but i do. Im also bipolar though. I never make up my mind. But to be real, On the inside is this rage that wants to come out but I won't let it.

          Mann, where are my manners? My name is Keisha Crosswire. I hate that name so everyone calls me Jewel because i got the diamond hips and the name diamond was taken.  I'm sixteen in a half in the eleventh grade at WinterSpring high.  At school I'm popular but I'm going through quite a phase. A high school phase that is. Everyone likes me but that's only because I'm fake and I'm not showing the real me. The real me would have no friends because she would speak her mind to everyone. But not all the time.

        At home I suffer being in a house of pure hell. My dad ran out three years ago and my mom is a crackhead. But at least she comes home, only to be beaten by her boyfriend, James who stays home all the time drinking beer and smoking weed.

        I have two brothers, Marcus and Travis. Marcus is a seventeen year old dopedealer who hardly every comes home. Travis is twenty one and doesn't stay with us anymore. I hope his life is going good because I haven't heard from him in months. 

        All I do is go to school, enjoy it with all the funny things that happen and come home and hate it and wish I was gone. Sometimes I sneak out to avoid all the yelling and banging that usually happens around nine o'clock when my mom gets home from her crack rack. I call it crack rack because she racks up on the crack. I go to the lake down by the woods behind our one story brick house. I just sit there because I have no other place to go. I have no real friends. And none of my fake friends live near me. I swear I hate living in winterspring village. Its full of scary people who never come outside. Its so dead out here. But I would rather be here than in niggaville, which is where all the ghetto people at, the hoes, the shanks, the drug dealers, the hood rats, and the crack attics. Anywho, I need a miracle. I need something good to come my way and I hope it comes soon.