I guess I should start by introducing myself. I'm Rachael Miller, 16. I'm not skinny, but I'm not fat, either. I think. I'm just me. I have waist length, curly, light brown hair and sea green eyes. I'm a bit on the short side, but it doesn't bother me. I'd rather be short than tall, to be honest. I have one friend. One real friend. Her name is Laiya, but she moved away a couple months ago, and we only really talk once a week, but we're still fairly close. She's the only person I trust. Weird, right? Most people would think parents would be in the circle of trust, but mine definitely don't make the cut. Let's just say I have a couple of scars that will never heal because of them. But my parents are not part of my life anymore. I moved out a couple months ago, on my 16th birthday. Dad came home drunk, again, and Mom was getting stoned in the basement. I packed up everything in my room, grabbed a couple thousand dollars out of their wallets, and headed out the door to start my life over. They don't trust banks, so they keep all their money either in their wallet or in between their matresses in a baggie. Stupidest people I've ever come into contact with, I swear. I had been looking around at apartments for the past three years, so I knew where I was going. I hopped in my car and drove to my new home.
