This little sheep.

Sleep.

" AHH shit.!" I say as I climb out of bed. Another poor ass day. I grab my phone going and scroll threw it as I walk to the kitchen. I find I have twenty three messages from a unknown number. Damn. Who the hell could that be.

Scrolling threw the messages I'm shocked and stop in my tracks.

From: unknown number.

August I'm so happy your coming. This means a lot.

From: unknown number.

Are you really going to come.?

I think I just shit myself.! What the hell? I did not say I was going to go. I scroll threw some more and I find out that I called her last night when I was wasted. What the hell did my dumb ass say!

Well what the fudge am I going to do. I really have been hidden away. maybe they think I'm scared of them.You know what! I'm gonna show these bitches. I'm going to go and so them that I'm not scared if them square asses!! To hell will I give! I will teach them!

I get myself a beer and apple. Well that's a nice mixture. Oh to hell. I take a big bit of my apple and sit at my table and think about how I'm going to this. I scroll threw my messages. Apparently I'm suppose to leave on a plane in a week. Okay then.

Well you see these people are retards. I don't even count them as family. They all disowned me when I was younger. I started to go rebel in about fifth grade. I hade asked Ciara to dye my hair black/brown from my regular blonde. Of course I was told no and shunned for about a week for even asking. Then in about 8th grade I went behind her back and dyed my hair black and got my belly button done. She of course freaked the fuck out and I got into so much trouble. She tried to get me to take the ring out and dye my hair back but I refused. I told her it was my body so I would do what ever the hell I wanted to do to it! We were always fighting. All through out high school she was in my ass about how bad I was. I was always getting drunk and doing things I shouldn't. As a kid they never let me do anything. Nothing. So I started to do what I wanted. They never kicked me out. Until the day I came home in a cop car, then the true bitch came out.

*flash back*

" Thank you officer." my mother fake smiled at the police that brought me. He tipped his hat and walk off the porch. My mom turned me as she closed the door still with that fake smile on her face.

I turned and ran up stairs with her trailing behind me. " YOU LITTLE BITCH!" she yelled running down the hall after me. I reached my room I turned to close the door but she was there. She tried pushing on the door but I was a little stronger. she tried putting her head in think I wouldn't smash it. Bad decision. I smashed the door even harder.

" YOU LITTLE SHIT OPEN THE DAMN DOOR NOW!" she yelled at me as I closed the door. I locked it as I ran to my closet. I grabbed my bag and stuff almost all my cloths in it. I grabbed everything I needed. The pounding on the door was hurting my pounding head. I was breathing heavy as I grabbed my bag.

I was almost out the door when the pounding stopped. I turned and looked. My heavy breath was the only thing you could hear. The sweat trickled down my pale face. I watched in horror as my step dad broke down my door and my mother charged at me like a mad woman. She grabbed me by my hair and threw me to the floor.

"Don't touch me!" I yell getting on too her and punching her in the jaw! " Don't touch me!" I keep yelling as my step dad pulls me off of her and throws me to the other side of the room.

" Get out!" he yells at me! " we don't need you here." he says as I get up I grab my bag and run down the stairs. I run so fast I don't realize I'm at the door. I swing the door open.

" Stop." I turn to see my mom standing there with a bruise forming on her jaw line. " Before you go I want you too know your nothing special all you are is a goth freak.!" she says as she steps to me and smacks me. I just grab my cheek and run down the porch steps into the big world.

*flash back over*

After that day I was on the streets for weeks. I finally got a way. I hitch hiked rides all the way from New Jersey to California. I couldn't tell you I love it here but it is better then being any where near them. They've called me before this. I don't see why it's so important that I go see my sister die. Like really?

I grab my phone and dial in the number I need. It takes two rings before they answer. " Hello!" I hear the voice beam.

"Hey bubba it's me." I say into the phone. Bubba is just a friend that I met when I first came here. He helped me around. We party together sometimes.

"What's up tick?" he asks using that damn nickname that he knows pisses me off!

" Nothing much ass hole. Do you have any plans or parties tonight. I need to get smashed." I say into the phone. What? I see getting wasted two nights in a row isn't your thing. And your probably wondering' where does she get the money to party every night.' well my dears let me tell you. I do have a job. (Duh.)

"Yea yea yea baby we have a few lines up. You wanna come along?" he asks me. You couldn't wipe the smilie off my face.

" Hell yea text me the details and I'll be there!" I say and hang up. I laugh to myself. Well this is fun.