Vanda did not reply to my texts or voice mails. I know I was rude to her, but Hello?, i don't think it was that bad. I mean. Me and Vanda are friends forever and it's been always Vanda's world. My problems, happyness, insecurities did not mean anything to her. We always talked about her boyfriends, her clothes, her makeup, her problems, her crushes..I can not count on both hands how many times she cut me off so she can talk about herself. I'm almost positive she was calling me because she wanted to talk about Daniel - her fiancee.
Well, speaking about ignorant people....I saw my mom for two minutes in passed two days..Our conversation was all about - Hi! and Bye!
It's been really exhausting to be home all by myself. I did not put tv or radio on. I spended all my free time sitting on the sofa in the dark living room starting to feel sorry for myself. I never had many friends. My only friend was Vanda. Girls did not like me..and they still don't. I think it had something to do with the fact that boys did like me a lot...yep..and I choose the one who was the biggest jerk..Lucky me! All girls wanted him, and I got that special jackepot! Congratulation You just won an asshole!
Saturday was my day off. I have to run some errands around the town..I had to go to bank, to post office, to drug store to buy some body wash, tampons and to the grocery store - my mom did not shop for almost whole month! Something is off with her...
When i was standing in the crawd of the people waiting for bus on the bus stop the black Mercedes benz stopped by the curb. I wasn't paying attention...
"Michaela?!" I put my head up when I heard my name. I looked around I noticed that there was somebody inside of the Mercedes calling my name. I came closer.. When i look in side the car i saw familiar face..
Young women, with long burgundy red hair and pink barret on her head smiled at me. It took me a few seconds to realize who she is. It was Camille!
"Come in Michaela! I give you ride girl.." She unlocked passanger door and I sat inside. It smelled like spicy perfume inside. "Heey." She looked excited to see me. "Where are you heading?" She asked.
"Home." How boring?
"Are you in the hurry? Do you want to grab some cofffee or drink?"
Kitty Hott. The name, which might seems like it belongs to some cute cartoon character from tv series for children. But for poeple who are eighteen years old and above or people who like adults movies know that this name blongs to the person, who is very very far away from the kid's cartoons..
Kitty Hott is a stage name of Camille Niemcova. One person, two completely different personalities. Camille is my ex-classmate from the High school. Camille was tiny, skinny, flat chested, unnoticeable girl ,who was sitting next to the "Creepy" Martina. Camille aka Can, as we used to call her, because was wearing metal braces. Camille was always wearing jeans with pink hearts on it, trottleneck with the rainbow stripes or T-shirt with Minnie Mouse and backpack with Chupa-Chups logo on it. Her slightly low inteligence and childish behavior made Camille one of the strongest characters of our class. We loved to laugh at her. I still can remember the scared look in her big brown eyes. She was staring at my face through her big dioptrical glasses, which had pink frame and with her mouth wide open, while we were working on the scientist project together. Another time she was telling us a joke about the frogs, but she got lost somewhere between beginning and the end..so in the end she was the only one who was laughting.
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That Bitch..
RomansaI was not born a bitch, i became one..thanks to you.. He pulled my hair back, i felt his breath on my neck.."You like to play, huh?" I whispered feeling his desire..He looked in my eyes..I could see the fire in his eyes.."..than you will cry." I sai...
