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Tamira was on the roof of her home, tuning out the sounds of her mother in bed with someone that isn't her father having sex. It was a natural occurrence that often irritated Tamira.
Tamira's father, Gerald slaves his ass off to give them a roof over their heads and her mother is cheating on him with who knows who, leaving Tamira to hear everything and not giving a damn how her daughter felt.
Tamira looked up at the stars as she smoked her 3rd cigarette of the day, not giving a damn that she was fucking up her lungs. Tamira wanted to die. This life of hers was killing her softly anyway.
Tamira felt powerless against her mother and father's dying marriage and it was suffocating her with every inhale of the cigarette, every moan that came out of her mother, every groan that came out of the strangers mouth and she felt like she was going to explode.
Life wasn't supposed to be like this.
Life wasn't supposed to fuck you over so badly like this.
Tamira remembered that she used to pray every night when she was younger.
She prayed every single night for three years and nothing. Her mother still cheated on her father, her father still was working to death and she wanted to die even more every day. She eventually stopped beginning in God and started to do whatever the hell she can to get her mind off the pain. She quickly realized that being in control was what made her feel the best. She used to be known in Forks as a angel. The sweetest girl you'll ever meet. She used to smile. She used to dress up in pretty little dresses. She used to have friends.
Tamira used to be friends with Jessica and her group of bots. She used to love being the center of attention. She was like a ballon, when blown up she was loved, wanted even but when the hell that was her life deflated her balloon. She was alone, completely and utterly alone.
Tamira quickly realized that everyone was fake. No one was real. That all of her friendships were one sided. Everyone liked her because she was popular but when she wasn't, everyone stopped liking her, stopped hanging around her. They just left her for dead, like she was nothing.
Tamira's sadness quickly turned into anger and her anger finally escalated and someone getting punched in the face so hard that they broke their nose.
Tamira should have felt remorse but she didn't. She felt relieved. She felt a rush of adrenaline. She was finally in control.
Tamira craved fear. She wanted people to look at her with fear. She wanted everyone to shrank back in fear. She was finally in control of something in her life and it made her happy. She felt like she was actually living.
Tamira started to hum out a song from her favorite album by Marina and the Diamonds, Electric Hearts: Teen idle.
"I wish I've been a teen idle, instead of being sixteen, and burning up the Bible."
"Tammy!" She heard her father yell out and she went into her room and changed her clothing and wrapped her hair up all in record time. 6 minutes.
"Yes dad?" Tamira asked her father and he crossed his arms giving her a look of disappointment.
"You want to tell me why you ditched all day today?"
