My name is Katarina Bluebelle Crest Jones. I am not perfect, farthest thing from it to be honest. I am 17 years old and black...or brown, not quite sure how to put this so you guys understand. While everyone in my school has some sort of group, I have no one, I am that different! My hair on the other hand is pretty long, it makes it all the way down to my butt, but I braid it. Having it our is a tangled up nightmare. Sometimes I wish I lived in a fairy tail, or a cheesy teen dreamboat movie, or a book, that way my life would sound and structured and happy...not this pile of dog shit I've been stuck with, don't get me wrong, I'm not some sort of selfish brat bent on having it all, not even close.
My mom, for starters, had breast cancer a year or so back she fought and beat it and I love her to death for that. I don't have a father though, he left a few weeks after I was born, even though my mom continuously tells me it wasn't my fault I knew better than to believe her. To replace our dad there is Liam, my mothers boyfriend, I don't have words to describe him yet. I have a brother but he is hardly home and I barely see him so I don't think he's worth mentioning. Trust me when I say everything that has happened in my short (Or long depending on how you look at it) life, everything that I don't have, has made me, me. But I don't want to be me. I don't want to be anything close to me, but too late to turn back now.
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Teen FictionKatarina is different. She knows she is. Everyone is different in highschool but she feels like she sticks out more then anyone else. She's not a wallflower, she's not a nerd, she doesnt have a group. She just floats around. But she's flunking math...
