Life of Death

Chapter 1: I Died

Hi, my name's Rissy and today was supposed to be the best day EVER!!! I live in San Diego, California with my mom; my dad died when I was four. Times were hard then. Mom had to leave me by myself when she had to work to get money to pay for stuff like the bills, our food, and everything else. I live a simple life, I'm the average schoolgirl. I'm not an A student, but I don't fail my classes. I have friends that I’m happy with. I don't shop at forever 21 or Hot Topic like everyone else does. I shop at Target and Wal-Mart for white tees, jeans, and hoodies. I don't wear Toms, or Uggs. I wear fake Vans and write all over it to make it look cool.

I hang out with the guys and I eat . The other girls gossip and say stupid things about me just because I hang out with the opposite gender. I lived a simple, mostly calm life in a good city. It was nothing I couldn’t handle. Where did things go wrong?

It happened at my birthday party. Every birthday I had was never really much of a celebration. It was just like every other day. I've had more fun in math class than on any of my birthdays. People besides my guys forgot who I was. I call my friends "my guys" because I’m their only girl and they're all I really have.

Matthew Bleu is like my big brother. He’s always beating up my bullies and reminding me of the things I was trying to forget. He’s the oldest of all my guys.

The second oldest is Markus Black. He’s the one who always copies the homework five minutes before it’s due. He’s the ‘bad boy’ of our group and is by far the most popular. He wears a daily leather jacket, skinny jeans, and his shoes vary every day. They’re either Nikes, Vans, Osiris, Adidas, or Jordans. He’s the school’s ‘heartbreaker’.

Daimean Bleu is Matthew’s younger brother. He’s the one who always saves the rest of us from things. Like parent conferences with teachers, calls home, and basically anything we can’t control. He’s a nerd in class and a total Markus outside the classroom.

The runt of the litter is Tommy Della. He’s a mix of everybody in our little group. He’s a bad boy, a hopeless romantic, and a bit of a nerd all at the same time. He’s your ideal guy. He’s the usual winner. Literally every girl in school has the “majorest” crush on Tommy. I can’t really blame them , I mean, he’s caring, smart sometimes, and always right. I always come to him for advice if I need it.

Anyway, they decided that instead of the usual do-nothing-and-just-stay-at-home kind of birthday, they all agreed to set up a birthday dinner at our favorite restaurant. It was a surprise and they got everything set up perfectly. A table full of wrapped gifts, perfect food, and everyone I cared about was going to be there.

I hated surprises, and they knew that. They got me good, I'll admit that. They said that they were going to bring to pick a new car for my birthday. Of course I was excited, so I went with them, blindfolded.

Even with the blindfold on, I was still stupid enough to think that I was actually going to get to pick a car. My mind was racing with ideas of which car dealer they'd bring me to. And which brand I would pick, the model, the color...

I was guided from the car to a mysterious place, still blindfolded. Right when I walked through that door, I knew exactly where I was. I wasn't at all disappointed when my blindfold was removed by Tommy. An entire table was filled with presents and food. That food though...

Anyway, my mom was there, smiling proudly and taking too many pictures. I wasn't used to having a birthday like this, but I had lots of fun. I never thought I'd admit this, but I was happy I fell for such a stupid trick. The guys and I ate, laughed, messed around, and spend the first real birthday of my life in happiness.

My mom was never really a big fan of my decisions. She pretty much hated my friends and only took care of me because the law made her. She hated how I dressed, ate, and pretty much how I lived. She especially saved a place in her cold heart to hate on my friends.